Page 44 of Brewing Up a Bad Boy

He canted his head to the side, lifted both eyebrows and then flexed both arms.

She made a purring sound. Physically, Alistair ticked all of her boxes. She didn’t care if it was clichéd that the quiet, quirky girl was attracted to the bad boy. That was just the way she’d always been.

Well, maybe just with him.

“So?”

“Ah, in the moonlight, you shine, Poppy. There is something ethereal about you, and it’s almost like if I touch you, you’ll disappear.”

“I won’t,” she promised him, taking his hand in hers and putting it on her waist. “See?”

He flushed. It was easy to read that confessing that wasn’t something he was comfortable with, but she liked hearing it. Liked knowing that there was something about her that he couldn’t resist. He’d always had some kind of sway over her.

That was something she wasn’t ready to delve into tonight. She wanted this moonlit hookup. The moon had listened to her fears from the moment he’d sent that message asking her to pretend they were still married. Stirring all the desires and emotions she’d been happily ignoring since their divorce became final.

But here she was, and tonight, on the eve of the moon of horses, when she should be letting go...she wanted to hold tight. One night to see if he was going to be relegated to the past or if he was going to be part of her future.

She held all the cards this time.

She undid his shorts. They dropped to the ground, and he shoved his underwear down after them.

Her breath caught in her chest. He was turned on, thick and hard from watching her. His big, muscled body made her fingers tingle to touch him all over. Taking his shaft in her hand, she stroked him up and down, swirling her finger over the tip.

She was vaguely aware of his fingers in her underwear before she felt the coolness of the night air against her nakedness. His mouth was on her neck, biting and sucking, making her realize that she had been transfixed by him.

He was the one with the magic power where she was concerned.

But the moon was giving her strength, feminine and uniquely hers. So she took what she wanted, gliding her hands up his chest, then back down. Caressing and teasing his nipples, she drew him toward her, then she gently but firmly gripped his dick until the table was at her back.

He lifted her up onto the surface. She felt the softness of her sarong against her ass; he’d laid it across the table. Her knees fell open, and he stepped between them, his fingers moving over her nipples as she rubbed her clit with his erection.

His other hand tightened on her waist, then he leaned down until their foreheads were pressed together. The words that he spoke were low, harsh, dark and sexual, sending heat through her until she was wet and ready for him.

“I’m going to fuck you until we are both too exhausted to move,” he said against her exposed skin. He had one hand braced next to her on the table as he leaned over. His mouth was everywhere, starting at the center of her chest and moving down, his tongue twirling around her belly-button ring and then lower.

The heat of his breath covered her, and then his mouth was on her. She screamed and came as soon as he flicked his tongue against her clit.

But he didn’t stop. Alistair kept eating her out until she felt everything building again. Her thighs tightened around his head as he shoved two fingers inside of her, pushing on just right spot. The moon sparkled over her head, and the stars seemed to be shooting from the sky as she rocketed to an orgasm that almost made her pass out.

He shifted around, his mouth on her belly, as she reached for his cock, needing him inside of her now.

“Take me,” she said breathlessly.

Take her.There was nothing that would stop him. Not tonight. Last night had tested his limits. Today things had changed.

His emotions, which were always right on the edge of exploding, felt...tamer. The ride to the Tor had helped mellow him out, and the entire day had been one long slow burn of desire. She’d been wrapped around him since sunrise, and now she’d somehow coiled herself around his soul.

The first time they’d been together, she hadn’t really been Poppy to him. She’d been that Kitchener girl who was the only way to the tea recipe that had been out of his family’s reach for generations.

With the taste of her in his mouth, he felt her nails digging into his shoulders. Then she drew his dick to her center with her hands, rubbing him against her.

There was no way to avoid the fact that this was Poppy.HisPoppy. His mind was trying to make sense of the implications of it, but every hormone in his body didn’t give a damn. He needed to fuck her deep and hard. To take her, and for a few moments, maybe allow himself to believe that this might work out. That he’d be able to mend his past mistakes and that the man he was becoming would be enough for her.

She’d said she wasn’t on the pill, so he’d put a condom in his pocket before they’d left for the Tor. He pulled it out and put it on.

“Thanks for wearing one,” she said.

He wrapped his arms around her back and lifted her off the table, turning until he was leaning against it. She locked her legs around his hips as he penetrated her, throwing her head back as he drove himself into her.

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