Can I take just one sweet taste?
Edging ever so close to her now, I can feel her breath tingling on my lips.
“I shouldn’t do this,” I murmur.
“Landon.” She whispers my name ever so delicately, like this moment might break if she says it any louder.
“Tell me no.” My conscience is pleading for her to stop this for me.
“I can’t, because neither of us want that.” She’s right.
“I just want you… just one night,” I mutter, almost begging.
“No strings, nothing changes.” Poppy whimpers as I drag my tongue over her lips, and the fire instantly rages between us.
“Nothing changes,” I repeat, and she reaches up to slide her hand into my hair, and the gentleness of the moment is gone in a split second, with one pull on my head.
Our lips collide, and I can’t think of anything else. Life doesn’t exist outside this kiss.
And I know that nothing will ever be the same again.
A rush of desire and pent-up sexual frustration pours from me. My hand is now on the back of her neck, pulling her tighter to me as I move my lips in sync with hers. But I want more of these lips that taste so sweet, and my tongue pushes hard at her mouth, demanding she let me in. I don’t know how much time I can have her like this, so I greedily want it all.
A moan rushes from her mouth the moment she opens for me, and she tightens her grasp on my hair to anchor herself. I swallow every sound she gives me as I devour her. This is not a sweet romantic kiss. I ravage her mouth, swiping my tongue, and then bite down on her bottom lip, before we both gasp for air.
Pulling back slightly, I look down at Poppy, and my brain reminds me this is not real. I can’t allow myself to feel anything for her. My wife is gone, but that doesn’t mean I can let myself open my heart again.
“Stay with me, Landon.” Poppy senses my hesitation, and her soft words echo in my head as she places her hand on my cheek, running it down into my beard. “This is not wrong. It’s okay to let yourself feel good.”
It’s the permission I need but can’t bear to give myself.
“God, I want to fuck you… so badly,” I growl in a deep voice, allowing myself to feel the burning desire to take her and just let go of all the restraints that have been binding me. My breathing becomes rapid as my blood pumps through me like I’m about to jump off a cliff. And in a way, that’s exactly what I’m about to do. Because I have a feeling if I do this, then I will be past the point of no return, and I don’t know how I will cope after that.
“I’ve got you.” Poppy pulls me back to her, and a wave of calmness rolls through my body as she controls the kiss this time. She is gentle and full of unexpected emotion. I have been so caught up in my own fear that I haven’t looked past Poppy’s tough outer shell. Who is this woman behind the mask? Theconfident firefighter and sexy woman who isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. But as her lips touch mine like a feather, it’s a stark contrast to everything she has shown me so far.
It's too intimate for me though, and I need to play on my terms.
Pulling back, I lift my hands from her to put some space between us.
“What do you want from me, Poppy?” I need to know where this is leading.
“Fun. Isn’t that what we agreed that’s all this was ever going to be? Stop overthinking it. We’re attracted to each other, so call it a one-night stand or a holiday fling; call it whatever you want, but it’s nothing more than just two people fucking and enjoying it.” She pushes herself to sit up on the couch, spinning her body to face me. Her legs are now on either side of me where I’m kneeling on the floor in front of her, putting us at eye level. “I think I’ve made it obvious what I want. But what do you want, Landon? Don’t think about anyone else but you. What. Do. You. Want?” She points her finger at me with force, pushing it into my chest.
I can’t remember the last time I even thought about what I wanted.
As I hesitate to answer, she places her hand on the zipper of her onesie and starts slowly pulling it down to reveal the sides of her plump breasts that she unknowingly teased me with last night. But this time, there is no imagining, as she has nothing on underneath it except underwear. The lower she pushes the zipper, the bigger the V of the opening gets. I knew she’d be toned, but the hint of her abs is stunning, and I don’t want her to stop.
Standing abruptly, I pull her up with me.
“You. I fucking want you. Now.” A deep guttural growl rips from me, and the satisfied smile that spreads over her face tells me it’s the answer she wanted.
Pushing her outfit off her shoulders, I watch as it falls to her waist and struggle not to come in my pants. But I’m not stopping now. I want to see it all. She pulls the sleeves over her hands, and with her torso now almost bare, she lowers the zipper far enough for the material to slip over her hips and pool at her feet. She steps out of it, and there are those fucking candy-cane socks that are ridiculous yet have me wanting them wrapped around my head as I eat her out.
“Exquisite.” The word rolls off my lips in a deep rumble.
A faint blush starts to appear on her chest and cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I take her by the hips, moving my hands slowly higher up her body as she shivers under my touch. I’ve missed this feeling of dominant control over a woman’s body and bringing out the ultimate pleasure.
