Page 34 of Brewing Up a Bad Boy

“We’re on your front step.”

“There is no one around for miles,” he pointed out.

It surprised him that the shyness she’d had the first time they had sex was still there. Poppy had a natural passion and sensuality that she had grown into throughout their relationship. She’d had some kinky fantasies that they’d explored. “You’re right. I just...”

She didn’t have to explain; there were moments like this when he felt he knew her better than he knew himself. Shifting so his back was to the quiet country road, he put one arm on the wall of the house above her head as he tried again to draw down her dress.

Poppy brushed his hands away and slipped both sides of the top down. The fabric fell, pooling at her waist. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her body. There was an ethereal delicateness to Poppy making his breath catch in his chest. Her breasts were small and round, and he covered them with both of his hands.

Her back arched as he squeezed her, her hands on his shoulders pulling him toward her until her mouth was under his. Then she pushed his shirt up, her fingers moving over his chest and back, scratching him lightly with her nails. Her touch moved lower until she stroked him through his pants.

Pulling her skirt up, he rubbed his erection against her center, and she sighed, sucking on the side of his neck as he flicked one of her nipples with his finger.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her words breathy.

Her head fell back as she moved against him. She was at once the way he remembered and somehow something more. It had been so long since he’d tasted her and felt her soft, tender body under his hands. A part of him was afraid this was another dream that would leave him hard and aching.

Moaning in his arms, her hips moving against his cock, she was clearly close to coming. Dropping to his knees, he pulled her panties down and draped one thigh over his shoulder. He breathed in the essence of her sex.

“God I’ve been starved for this...for you.” He was hungry for the taste of her. He flicked her bud with his tongue, feeling her hand on his head, holding him to her as her hips moved frantically toward his mouth. He licked her, sucked at her, tasting her as if it sated something deep inside of him that had been empty for too long.

He thrust one finger into her pussy and she screamed his name. “More,” she gasped.

He added a second finger, remembering how she liked it. Thrusting his fingers into her as she arched into him, begging for more. Her hands in his hair were driving him mad. He was so hard and desperate to get inside of her, but pleasing Poppy came first.

Her fingers dug into his scalp as she let out a long, low moan, then pushed her core against his face. She all but collapsed around him as he stood and lifted her into his arms.

“You on the pill?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t... I usually have condoms at home but didn’t bring them.” Her breath sawed in and out. “Do you?”

He did, but this felt like a sign. God knew he wasn’t one to heed them, but this second chance with Poppy was worth the caution. No matter how hot he was to be inside her still-pulsing body. “Yes, but...are sure about not being platonic?”

Her legs were shaky as she pulled the top of her dress back up. His words lingered in the air around them. He had a point. She was buzzed, and there was that sort of euphoric feeling from unleashing all the crap about their marriage.

But the truth was right in front of her: there was the distinct chance she’d feel different tomorrow.

She didn’t do regrets.

“I’m not,” she admitted. “I guess you’re on the fence too?”

“Fuck no. Mentally, I’m between your legs, but I can’t... I don’t want to let this—” he gestured to his hard-on and her body “—affect us. I want to do it differently this time.”

She almost smiled. Poor Ali trying to do the right thing. But the chemistry between them had been electric from the moment they’d met.

“You are,” she assured him.

“I’m on my best behavior,” he said, opening the door and holding out his hand to her.

“I’m not sure I got your best,” she said.

“You can have it,” he reassured her. “But I’m not sure one night is all I want, and I have the feeling that’s what you’re thinking.”

He wasn’t wrong. There were so many thoughts spinning through her head. She’d come, so the edge was off, but that need for him was still there. How was she going to leave England without being under him?

Did she have to?”

“You’re right. I didn’t mean for things to go that far.”

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