Page 63 of Yuletide Acres

Chapter 12

Dylan

Istroke Poppy’s long hair from her face, smiling when she burrows her face closer to my chest. I press a kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her as I slide out to stoke the fire. The Montana winter is showing no mercy this year, and it’s downright bitter once the fire dies down.

Grabbing my phone, I check the time before my gaze falls on her again. Christ, but this woman is breathtaking. And once more, with hardly any effort on her part, I’m wrapped around her little finger. Again.

There’s no place I’d rather be…except inside her. Poppy feels exquisite, and the two times tonight has only heightened my aching need to be with her.

“What are you planning to do with that?” Poppy inquires, propping up on one elbow and gesturing to my phone with a wink. “Were you going to take naked photos of me while I’m sleeping?”

Hey, I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind. “I considered it, but then I wondered if you would think it borderline creepy. Weird stalker vibe.”

She laughs as I slide back under the blanket, throwing her leg over me in a possessive gesture. “I likely would, except you have given me four orgasms.”

“Only four? I’m slacking.”

“There’s still time to make it up to me.” Her mouth claims me, but her kiss, much like the rest of her, is soft and thoughtful. It’s also reawakening every part of my body as her talented tongue slides along the roof of my mouth.

“No one kisses like you, Poppy,” I breathe against her mouth, nipping that pouty lower lip.

“Glad to know I’m still first at something.”

I detect the sorrow in voice, but she quickly covers it with a smile. Instead of dwelling on it, I snap off a couple of photos of her, smiling at the result. “You are so gorgeous.”

“Let’s see.” Poppy grabs my phone, but instead of looking at the photos, she lies on my chest, holding the camera above us. “How about one of the two of us?”

I take the phone, snapping a few more pictures. When I scroll through them, I can’t help but smile. We’re made for each other.

“We look good together,” I remark, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“You make anything look good.”

I smack her ass, earning a squeal. “Don’t you mean you?”

“Yeah, but I was trying to make you feel better.”

I wind my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth to me. “I’ll tell you what makes me feel better. Me, inside you.”

“You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“For you, I am. I spent ten years without you. I don’t plan on spending another day apart.”

Rolling onto her back, Poppy releases a languorous stretch, showing off those perfect tits.

I can’t hold back, taking her nipple between my teeth and earning a squeal from her. “I have to admit, I thought you got implants.”

“No, it’s called gaining twenty pounds,” Poppy laughs. “But thanks for making me self-conscious about my curves.” She tries to grab the blanket, but I’m faster than her.

There’s no way in hell I’m letting her hide from me.

I tongue a line down her ribcage, teasing her clit with a gentle nip. “The only thing you need to be conscious of is how damn gorgeous you are. This body,” I slide two fingers inside her, curving them around until I hit the spot that makes her squirm, “is the definition of perfection. And it’s all mine.”

“I like the sound of that,” Poppy murmurs, pushing against my hand.

“You know what sound I like? You, when I’m making you come.”

“Think you can draw that sound out of me again?” She lifts her hips in a desperate bid for release.

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