She felt beautiful—as she’d felt beautiful on that first night. So to be here with him again, and considering all that had happened in the meantime, was a little overwhelming. To avoid thinking about it too much Poppy reached behind her and undid her bra, peeling it off and letting it drop to the floor.
Caius sucked in an audible breath and then said,‘Deus…’
‘What language is that?’
Caius’s gaze was on her breasts, feasting on them. Poppy’s nipples tightened with need. They were more tender.
‘Hm?’ Caius looked up.
‘The…language…what you just said.’
‘It’s a mix…in Sadat, we’ve had so many influences that we have a dialect that’s a mishmash of about four different languages.’
And then he arched a brow. ‘I’m doing something wrong here if you’re more interested in linguistics right now.’
A little burble of laughter broke free and Poppy said, ‘No, it’s me… I tend to go into my head when I’m feeling…a little overwhelmed.’
He took her hand and led her over to the bed. ‘Well, let’s get you out of your head, OK?’
‘Yes, please.’
Poppy lay down and watched as Caius took off his shirt, revealing that glorious chest, and then he undid his shorts and pushed them down and off, with his underwear. He kicked off shoes and then came over and undid Poppy’s shorts, pulling them down and off, along with her underwear, and then slid off her sneakers.
He looked at her for a long moment, eyes tracking over her body, and then he came down on the bed beside her.
‘Kiss me, Caius…please.’
He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his and she arched against him, needing to feel his body on hers. In hers. But he was being careful. She pulled back. ‘I’m not fragile, Caius…touch me, please.’
As if he’d needed her permission, he took her mouth again, hard, and then his hands were on her, tracing over her curves, her waist and the burgeoning bump of her belly, lingering there for a moment before moving up to cup her breasts. She pulled back a little and sucked in a breath.
He was looking at her. ‘Did I do something?’
She shook her head. ‘No, they’re just a bit…tender.’
‘I’ll go gently, then, shall I?’
Caius looked at her as he lowered his head again but this time his mouth found her nipple and closed over it, teasing with his teeth and tongue, and Poppy’s head nearly exploded at the sensation. It was torture. It was exquisite.
Then he was moving down and pressing kisses to her exposed skin, belly, hands shaping her as he moved, until he was at the juncture of her legs and pushing her thighs apart, rearing back a little so he could look at her.
Poppy felt so needy. ‘Please, Caius…do something.’ Pressure was building.
He obliged, coming down between her legs, and then everything went blurry when she felt his tongue on her, exploring the centre of her body in broad strokes, and then finding that little sensitive nub and sucking powerfully. It was all Poppy needed to fly, and she soared so high she was afraid she’d never return to earth, but she did, floating back to reality, her body clasping and pulsating with pleasure.
Caius was reaching for something—protection—and Poppy said, ‘We don’t need that, do we?’
He looked at her and then at her belly and smiled a little ruefully. ‘No, I guess not. I’m clean, by the way, I had a check-up.’
Poppy felt shy. ‘I’ve only been with you.’
Caius had never been in this situation before. He was pretty certain he’d never slept with a virgin because he’d always sought out women who were experienced and would know how to play the game.
Poppy had been the exception to that rule. And it was truly disturbing how satisfying it was to hear her say that he had been her only lover. So much so that Caius shelved that away to think about…never.
She was laid out before him, her body glowing after her orgasm, curvy…bountiful. And her belly, that small proud bump, under which grew his child. His seed. Caius had never expected to feel any kind of a connection with his child, or children, after growing up with parents who’d paid scant attention to him or his sister.
But this…got to him on a deeply primal level. Before he could let that thought grow roots and seriously freak him out, he obeyed the ravenous need of his body to be buried in this woman and he came down over her, careful to shield her from his full weight as he guided his cock to her entrance and almost came at the feel of her slick body.
