Page 74 of When You Left Me Speechless

I shake my head and rub my hand down my face, trying to stop the smile that keeps erupting across my face everytime I think about the plans I now have for after the game.

“What’s going on?”

“Poppy invited me to stay over tonight,” I say, realizing I sound like a love-struck teenager, but I don’t care.

“Let’s go. Fuck yeah, dude!” He hits me across the back. “It’s about damn time.”

“What?”

He laughs and pulls his leg up behind him, stretching his quad. “You’re my best friend man and while your friends with benefits situation sounds like a dream to me, I know you’re hating it.” He switches legs. “You’ve been all in on her since that night at the bar and it sounds like she is finally coming around to that idea too.”

I shrug my shoulders, “No, man, she’s been clear. She thinks of me as friends and I can be cool with that.” I don't even believe my lie.

“Whatever you say, Romeo.” He lets out a loud laugh and picks up his paddle.

“Y’all ready to lose?” Donovan yells from the other side of the net.

I take a long sip from my water bottle and jog to take position on the court so the match can begin.

We layin Poppy’s bed. Her room is dark. Her head is resting on my chest. Her fingers run up and down my forearm,sending gentle shocks down my body with every touch of her fingertips against my skin. One of her legs is crossed over mine. Our bodies are both bare and tangled under the sheets. I can’t help but feel like I could lay like this forever with her.

I feel crazy, but maybe Tanner was right. We have only been a thing for a couple of weeks, and it hasn’t been anything other than sex—well, sex and studying and dessert and dinner. I haven’t even known her that long, yet I know if things continue like they are, I will have no problem falling in love with her. I shake the thought from my head.

Part of me wonders what will happen when we no longer have to sneak around. If she will find it as exciting as she does now. If she will stick around to see what we could be. I know I can’t talk to her about all of this now. She was very clear with me that she can not have me distract her from school and her goals, so the conversation will have to wait. She invited me over tonight to stay, and I have to hope that means she feels the same way I do.

Her fingers stop moving.

“Poppy?” I question, wondering if she has drifted off to sleep. She lets out a little hum, letting me know she hasn’t. “I wish I could take you on a proper date.”

She’s quiet for a minute, and I wonder if I should take it back. If it’s too much for her. I feel her roll onto her back, putting distance between us.

“You know we can’t?—”

“What if we did it somewhere no one would see us?”

She takes a deep breath and sits up. I can see the perfect curve of her tits in the glow of the street lights peeking through the curtains in her room.

“Logan, we are so close to being done. You don’t think it’s a bad idea?” I hear her, but I also know I like this girl and want to show her how I feel. I want to be able to take her out and get to know her outside the walls of her bedroom. I sit up to meet her. Grabbing her, I pull her into my lap, and kiss hergently.

“Maybe we just do it at my apartment? You’ve never been there. I live alone, so we won’t have to worry about it.” I kiss her again before she can answer. She smiles into me, and I can feel my cock harden underneath her.

She rocks into me and lets out a little moan. “Maybe with some convincing, I could maybe agree.”

Fuck.

I flip her to her back and prop myself up above her body.

“Oh yeah, what exactly might I need to do to convince you?” She giggles, and I feel her squirm beneath me. I gently lean down and kiss her neck, drinking in the way her skin tastes on my lips. She lets out a small moan.

“You are going to have to do better than that,” she teases. I lay more kisses down her neck and trail down her body until my lips meet one of her stiff nipples. I take her breast into my mouth, and my tongue flicks against her nipple, causing her to move up against me and let out another small moan. I stop and meet her gaze. My eyes ask the question I already know the answer to.

“I want you,” she says, her breath quick like she is anticipating my next move. I lean down once more and trail gentle kisses from the base of her breast until I reach the soft skin of her inner thigh. I linger here, taking my time to kiss her thighs, inching closer to her sensitive spot, but never once touching her there.

“Please,” she begs. I take a finger and gently play with her, running it up and down, spending extra time on the bundle of nerves, causing liquid to rush between her legs.

Again, she begs, “Logan, I want your mouth.”

I smile and return soft kisses down her thighs. I can feel her shifting, trying to push herself towards me, begging me to devour her. I don’t, not yet.

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