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I like her.
A lot.
It occurs to me as we head back to town that I’m nowhere near ready for this night to be over. I don’t want to say goodbye and drive back to the loneliness of my place. That’s all it takes to make a split-second decision and turn the truck onto a dark country road. She glances at me but doesn’t ask where we’re going or what I’m doing. We don’t know each other well, and she certainly has no reason to trust me, but it’s kind of nice that she does.
We drive over a rutted dirt road for about a mile or so before arriving at an open field. This place isn’t far from my house, and after my parents died, when I needed to be alone, this is where I always ended up.
It’s the first time I’ve brought someone else with me.
Including Hunter.
After the accident, when it felt like I’d lose it, I would raise my fists toward the heavens and yell out all the grief and heartache that filled me, nearly swallowing me whole. It never changed anything, but I felt better afterward. More at peace. It was the only way to relieve the anguish that was eating me alive. I sure as shit couldn’t do it in front of Hunter.
For whatever reason, bringing Poppy here feels right.
I park the truck in the grass and exit the vehicle. She does the same as I grab a thick blanket from the backseat and walk around to the tailgate before lowering it. Then, I jump onto the bed and spread out the blanket. When I’m finished, I find her standing near the rear, watching me with a curious gaze. I extend a hand and help her onto the bed before we stretch out. It takes a handful of seconds to find a comfortable position.
“It’s pretty here,” she says.
“Quiet too, which is why I like it.”
We fall into a comfortable silence as the sky continues to darken and the stars brighten until they resemble pinpricks of light scattered across a velvety canvas. There’s something about the vast stretch overhead that calms my inner turmoil. Maybe it’s the knowledge that the universe is infinite and when it comes down to it, we’re tiny and insignificant in comparison.
She turns her head until her penetrating gaze can settle on mine. This is the first time I’ve ever felt so emotionally attuned to another human being. I don’t understand how that’s possible when we don’t really know each other, but there’s no denying the truth.
I’ve spent years trying to deaden everything inside me, never wanting anyone to get too close. I didn’t have the time or inclination to get involved with a woman. But that’s not how I feel about her. At every turn, Poppy is proving to be different.
It’s as disconcerting as it is exhilarating.
As much as I want to force her away, the urge to pull her closer and hang on for dear life with both hands is stronger. My chest constricts as these thoughts run rampant through my brain.
Unable to meet her searching gaze, I stare at the sky. When I remain quiet, she rolls toward me until her body can brush against mine. It’s so tempting to wrap my arms around her and haul her close. Instead, I remain still, allowing her to make the first move. It doesn’t take long. Not more than a handful of seconds pass before she reaches out and runs the tip of her finger across my parted lips.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
A steady stream of air escapes from my lungs. “Same.”
She’s been a constant, unwanted presence dominating my thoughts. Even when I didn’t want her to be.
Especially when I didn’t want her to be.
Her index finger continues to sweep back and forth. When it ventures inside my mouth, I bite down on the tip. It’s not hard, just enough to get her attention.
A gasp escapes from her.
That’s all it takes for my restraint to snap and my hand to snake around the back of her head, drawing her close enough for our lips to collide. As soon as they do, she opens, and my tongue delves inside her mouth. The sweet taste of her floods my senses.
How will I ever get my fill of this girl?
Instead of dwelling on that thought, I shove it from my brain and focus on how good she feels in my arms. She fits perfectly. Almost as if she were made for me. Or maybe it’s the other way around. I have no idea.
What I do know is that when we’re together, I feel complete. Life hasn’t felt that way for a long time.
One hand slides from the nape of her neck to her hip as the other fastens onto the opposite side so I can hoist her on top of me. Her legs part as she straddles my pelvis. The soft material of her dress falls around us and her panty-covered pussy gets nestled against my rock-solid length. I’ve been fighting a boner for most of the night, and I can’t do it any longer.
I flex my hips, rolling them against her. My hands tighten to hold her in place as her head tips, exposing the delicate column of her throat.
God, but she’s beautiful. Especially against the backdrop of the night sky. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace than I do at this moment.
