We don’t say anything, but as our mouths find each other, the frantic pace grows softer, more tender. The kiss deepens, but there’s no need to rush. We can stay parked here all night if we have to, exploring each other’s mouth and body.
Her hand reaches down between us to take me in her hand, her breathy gasp when she finds me rock hard exciting me even more. “For you, Poppy.”
She arches her back, giving herself room to work me, and I slide my hands down her body, teasing and plucking her nipples, grabbing her ass roughly, and scratching down the backs of her thighs. Her hips buck instinctually, telling me where she wants my touch. Her panties are a thong, and when I pull them to the side and slip my hand down toward her cleft, I find her soaked.
“For you, Connor.”
A spasm of pleasure rocks through me, almost making me come instantly. But I hold off, not nearly ready to be done with her this quickly.
Her hand strokes me up and down, and I match her measured pace with my own finger, dipping into her entrance to feel her heat. She moves to kiss down my chest and rearrange herself in the seat beside me. Still on her knees, she bends forward, her tongue leaving a wet trail over my skin before she swallows me in the dark.
It’s heaven. I can barely see her head move in the moonlight that filters through the windows, but that only adds to the pleasure. All I can feel is the sensation of her tongue swirling around my head, her lips on my shaft, and the softness of her hair in my hand as I guide her up and down my aching cock.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I can’t say anything else, my brain so overwhelmed that I can barely make any conscious sound at all.
I just give myself to Poppy, relishing the pleasure she’s giving me until I’m on the edge and tightening my fingers in her hair, freezing her.
“You,” I whisper, and she pulls back, climbing into my lap once more. I pull her face to mine and kiss her until she whimpers, needing me as much as I need her. I tug her panties to the side, and there’s nothing but soft, slick heat as she lowers herself onto me, both of us freezing as she takes me fully.
In the darkness, we lock eyes. She’s undoing me, years of walls falling away like rubble, leaving me vulnerable. She’s inside me . . . my heart, my soul. And I can see a direct, open line to her heart too. Whatever walls she has are nowhere near as impenetrable as mine, but I still recognize the precious gift she’s offering by allowing me in.
I learned a long time ago to trust my gut, even when my mind says its wrong. And Poppy is the right thing for me . . . it's fast, crazy, and a completely ridiculous idea, but completely true regardless.
She’s mine, and the ruby on her finger means something more now. I’m not sure what yet, and that’s something I’ll have to discuss with her, but all I know is that she’s a hell of a lot more than a one-day fiancée, and this is about so much more than a laptop.
Poppy rolls her hips, grinding her clit against me as we kiss again.
I know what this will require. I need to tell her everything, the good and the bad. I’ll have to tell her about The Black Rose, and maybe even Mr. Big. But I want to be completely bare with her, no fronts or façades, because I’ve never been that with anyone.
Maybe not even myself.
But she deserves to know the truth. All of it.
I bite back the words that are rising because I don’t want there to be any doubt about their honesty when I have to expose the dirty deeds she doesn’t know about yet. So I save them, for now. But I can make sure she knows how I feel. I’ve got to do that. What I can’t say, I pour out in my touch, my hands tracing all the places I know Poppy likes, my fingers pinching her sensitive nipples and then gripping her hips as I start thrusting up into her. She rides me, her soft cries of pleasure giving me what I need.
Her whimpers are a salve for my soul.
I buck my hips harder and faster, driving deep. She falls