Page 49 of When You Left Me Speechless

Poppy: Hey, what’s up?

Logan: About to head out with Tanner.

Poppy: Be sure to tell him Lacey says hello >

Logan: Oh, I will, don’t worry. What are you doing?

Poppy: Stressed. Tried to study, and I couldn’t. Just have a lot on my mind.

Logan: I know a few ways to eliminate stress. I could come over and show you? >

I stare at his text for a few minutes. The little yellow emoji winking at me. The last few days have felt different, like we are both walking a very fine line we shouldn’t be walking. The kiss changed everything, and as much as my head is telling me I need to forget about it, my body is craving more. Lacey’s words play in my head, “What’s wrong with a little stress relief sex? No one has to know.”

LOGAN

When Tanner invited me over,I planned to go out and have a few drinks to get Poppy Collins off my mind, but then the kiss happened. I’m already a couple of beers deep when I text her, giving me just enough liquid courage to flirt with her.

Chatterbox: Okay.

I stare at my phone. That was not the response I was expecting, but fuck if I’m not very okay with that answer.

“Hey man, I gotta head out. I’ll text you later,” I shout. I quickly open the Uber app and book a car. Five minutes away.Perfect.

“What?” Tanner pops his head out of his bedroom.

“I’ll explain later,” I say, heading to the door of his apartment.

“Dude,” he yells behind me, but the door shuts.

I climb into the Uber and my body is immediately strumming with the anticipation of getting to her place. The kiss from a couple nights ago flashes in my memory and I have to adjust myself in the backseat of this stranger's car because with every passing minute my dick is growing harder. He pulls into the parking lot and before he slows to a complete stop, I jump out, yell thanks, and rush towards the stairs of her complex.

I knock on the door, trying to calm myself before she answers because I don’t want to fuck this up.

The door swings open. She is dressed in my oversized shirt with her hair down. She looks incredibly sexy.

“Hi,” she says. Her lips part and her eyes shift down to my mouth and then back up again. She’s already breathing fast, anticipating my next move.

“Is that my shirt?”

She moves her head up and down slowly. Her mouth turns into a sexy grin. “You’re going to have to take it off yourself if you want it back.” Her eyes are locked on mine.

“You sure about this, Poppy?” She nods, and then takes a step toward me. Our bodies collide. We are tangled together in the doorway of her apartment. I close the door behind us as we move further inside. My mouth crashes into hers. It’s not a soft kiss. It’s animalistic. Like we have both been caged and have finally given ourselves permission to give into everything we both have been wanting. She lets out a moan, and I turn her around and press her back up against the door. My hands shift down her body to her ass.

Fuck, she’s not wearing any underwear.

I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her hands tangle in my hair. She starts to writhe against my body, and my cock grows harder, straining against the inside of my jeans. She lets out a not-so-quiet moan.

“Bedroom,” I demand. She moves her hand from the back of my head, kissing my neck, and gestures to the right. We continue to kiss as I walk her into her room and gently place her on the bed. I step back and look at her. Her eyes are hooded with desire, and she looks so fucking sexy. Out of the corner of my eye, I see something pink sitting on her nightstand, and it catches my attention.

“Did you already make yourself come tonight?” My eyes jump from the vibrator sitting on the table and back to her. She stares at me for a minute before nodding shyly. I walk around the bed and pick it up. “Who did you think about when you made yourself come with this?”

She is quiet, her eyes wide.

“Who did you think about?”

“You.”

“Show me.” Her face shifts like she is nervous and not sure what to do.

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