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Poppy laughed. “Well, no, but I’ve been waiting sixteen chapters for this.”
“You sound like Sloane,” I chuckled. “When we first met her, she talked like she was from a different planet.”
“These books offer a whole different world,” Poppy explained. “I can see why Sloane is so obsessed with reading. She can leave this world and disappear into a new one with each book.”
An escape, I thought. That’s what Poppy had been searching for her whole life.
“You want me to leave you alone?” I offered. If Poppy wanted to spend her night reading, I was fine with that. I could always find something else to occupy my time, or simply watch Poppy read. I had grown accustomed to enjoying her company, and I didn’t want to leave her.
She closed her book and set it aside. “I was just reading until you came in. I can get back to Gwen and Hawk later.”
I held out my hand to her. “Then let’s find something to watch.”
Poppy took my hand, and I led her over to the couch. As she settled into my lap, it felt natural, as if we had done it countless times before.
“I thought we were going to watch Battleship?” she inquired.
“You mean you don’t want me to scroll for ten minutes trying to find something to watch, only to end up watching the movie suggested from what we watched the night before?” I teased.
Sloane sighed contentedly, leaning against me. “I’m good with whatever you want as long as I stay right here.”
I scrolled through the movies briefly before putting on Battleship.
“So, what is your book about?” I asked, genuinely curious.
Poppy hesitated. “Uh, well…” she trailed off. “It starts with Gwen and Hawk…in bed.”
“Damn,” I chuckled. “I knew Sloane read romance books, but I didn’t know they started right off the bat going at it.”
“Stop,” Poppy laughed. “It’s not like that. Gwen didn’t know who Hawk was.”
I looked down at her. “Are you trying to make it sound better or worse?”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “She knows him but not his name.”
“I’ll take your word for it, babe,” I replied. “I’m not much of a reader. Road signs while going eighty down the road on my motorcycle is more my speed.”
Poppy reached up, stroking my cheek gently. “Can I come along for the ride?” she asked. “You know, once you stop the guys who are trying to kill me?”
“If you’re up for it, babe, you’re always welcome to ride on the back of my bike,” I assured her, turning my head to press a kiss to her palm. Something had completely shifted between Poppy and me. The pull I felt to her had morphed into a constant need to be connected to her.
I trailed kisses down her arm, and then she leaned in. Her lips gently pressed against mine, and that’s when I felt completely connected to Poppy.
“Is this okay?” I asked. I wanted to be one hundred percent sure that this was what Poppy wanted.
She nodded, and her eyes connected with mine. “This is exactly what I want,” she whispered.
I pressed my lips against hers, savoring the taste of her. This was exactly where I wanted to be, with Poppy in my arms. She was it for me.
Our kisses grew heated, passionate, and urgent. Hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. As Poppy’s fingers trailed over my chest, I couldn’t help but shiver with desire. She took off my shirt, her gaze lingering on the intricate tattoos that adorned my skin. I watched as she traced the swirls and lines with her fingertips, sending shivers down my spine. Her touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.
I wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there, to show her how much she meant to me. With a surge of strength, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed, never breaking our kiss.
As I undressed her, my eyes drank in the sight of her lush body laid out before me. “You’re fucking perfect, babe,” I growled, unable to tear my gaze away from her. Poppy was speechless, her eyes filled with desire as she looked up at me. “I’m hoping you like what you see,” I chuckled, my voice thick with longing.
“Uh, more like love what I see,” she murmured, her voice husky with need.
Climbing into bed, I knelt between her legs, eager to taste her. I leaned down and buried my face between her thighs, my tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles as I savored her essence. The sounds of her moans filled the room, driving me wild with desire. Poppy’s body writhed beneath me as she reached the peak of ecstasy, her pleasure washing over her in waves.
