too many things happening in their world, that were dangerous to embark on such a life-changing moment.
But Poppy could make sure that Shaw knew, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted him. That she needed him. That this experience they were going to share together, was the only thing she had ever wanted so badly.
“Shaw,” she said, making sure their gazes were locked. “I want you so bad, it makes my skin ache. I want you so bad, I want to cry because I can’t touch every single inch of you right now. But I’m going to fix that.”
Shaw nodded before dipping his head down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. His lips moved against her with agility and purpose. His embrace was made to make her heart skip a beat, to make her pussy clench, to make her breathless.
He was showing her just how badly he wanted her, and she was going to do the same. He gathered her up in his arms and brought her inside of the cabin to the tiny room where the bed was almost wall to wall. They had, thankfully, already lit the gas lanterns. The room was pitched in warm, soft light.
She pushed against the solid wall of his chest with only a small amount of force. He arched a brow at her, but she shook her head with a smirk on her face. It was all she needed to do. He dropped his hands from her body and let Poppy peel his clothing off of him in slow movements. Every single inch of his body she exposed, she kissed. Shaw was panting by the time he was naked, his hands wrapped up in her hair as he kissed her neck, her shoulder, or whatever other parts of her he could get access to.
“You’re still not naked, Poppy. And that’s not fair.”
“Sure it is. That way, when I strip for you, I get to see your reaction.” She motioned to his dick.
“I could already pound nails with this thing.”
“Could you ever,” she laughed airily.
With a swift movement, she threw her shirt over her head, and then her fingers hook on the belt loops of her jeans. She slowly eased the material down her hips. She was focusing on her task, trying to make her stripping as entrancing as it could be. It was working if Shaw’s erratic breathing was any indication. She stood before him in a pair of black boy shorts and a matching bra that barely covered her nipples.
She never wore a matching set of underwear, but she had made sure to make everything match for tonight.
I did that, her panther insisted.
“Fuck, Poppy,” he growled low from deep inside of himself. “You’re so beautiful. Come here, come closer.”
It took a lot of effort to stand away from him, to keep herself from jumping into his big, strong arms.
But that wasn’t what this was about. She shook her head and gently tugged at one bra strap and then the other. Reaching back for the clasp, she let her breasts spill out. Shaw groaned his appreciation, and he closed the distance between them. Poppy didn’t know what he was going to do when he got his hands on her, but she sure didn’t expect him to go straight for her sensitive tips. Shaw closed his mouth on one nipple, running his tongue around it. It zinged right to her core, making her dizzy with want. Her other breast received a similar kind of teasing with his fingers.
And oh, boy. Did he know how to move his fingers perfectly. It must have been all of that typing and coding.
Poppy moaned, and he saw it as a sign to take her mouth with his own. It was a searing kiss that she felt everywhere. She was so lost in it, that she didn’t even notice when Shaw pulled her underwear down. Nor did she completely realize he was holding her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his trim waist. Shaw gently placed on her bed, but she was quick. She knelt onto the bed before he could take full control of the situation.
“Come here,” she purred, crooking a finger at him. She felt wanton, and she could only hope that it was completely translating.
Shaw did as she asked, crawling onto the bed, kneeling before her. She ran her hands up his stomach, all the way, to rest them against his shoulders. With a gentle push, she laid him flat on his back.