Page 47 of Poppy Kisses
ChapterTen
Jensen
I waited at the kitchen table while Auggie finished getting ready for school. Poppy was supposed to take him again. It’d been two weeks since she’d first driven him so she could talk to Miss Whitfield. She’d been roped into coaching one team and being a consultant. Since Auggie had heard her shout that I’d coach, too, I might also be involved. Miss Whitfield made Poppy the head coach of what would become Auggie’s team, and Poppy had also helped by designing age-appropriate drills. There was more official paperwork to do, but Miss Whitfield was on it.
Since then, Auggie had been asking Poppy to take him to school more often. I gently tried discouraging him. She was basically our guest. We weren’t married yet.
Dread mixed with excitement. I couldn’t look forward to marrying Poppy. The marriage was literally designed to be fake. But I liked being with her. The thought of spending the next year with someone I enjoyed being with…
No. I couldn’t go there.
I checked the time on my phone. Was she even awake?
Miss Whitfield had asked the principal to meet with Poppy this morning. He was working with Miss Whitfield to get the soccer team set up through Parks and Rec and had some questions.
“Poppy?” I called.
No answer.
Auggie wasn’t downstairs yet, but he’d be ready to go. If I didn’t make sure Poppy was awake, he’d charge into her room.
I went to her door and knocked lightly. “Poppy? You up?”
Still no answer. Shit.
I knocked louder. Was she okay? I cracked open the door. Light poured in through her open blinds. How could she sleep with the sun shining on her— A laugh punched out of me just as my dick took notice of how she slept.
She was passed out on her back, covers tossed off. Her shorts rode up her thighs to gather at her crotch, leaving acres of long, golden legs on display. Her shirt was my best and worst nightmare. Twisted across her torso, it was plastered to her chest, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. I could trace her areolas if I wanted to.
Jerking my attention to her face, another smile played over my lips. The blinds were open because she wore a sleeping mask. A bonnet contained her curls and over that were a pair of headphones. No wonder she didn’t hear the knocks.
“Poppy.” I got closer to the bed, afraid I wouldn’t be strong enough to keep my lecherous gaze off her legs, stomach, and tits. She was like a gift, waiting for me to finish unwrapping her. “Hey, four-ten,” I called louder.
She twitched, and a sultry little groan slipped from her.
Whoa.
“Poppy.” My voice was gruffer. “Wake up.”Put me out of my misery.
“Jensen.” A sexy moan resonated from her, and she scissored her legs. “Yes.”
Fuck me. An erection was going to rise faster than the morning sun if I didn’t wake her. I pulled one side of the headphones away from her ear. “Poppy, wake up,” I barked.
She gasped and sat up, cracking her head on my chin. I reeled back, grateful for the pain shooting through my skull. My blood got distracted from filling my dick.
“Wha— Jensen?” She clawed at her head to get everything off, but the sleep mask got tangled in the headphones, and her bonnet pulled sideways.
“Last time you said my name, you moaned it.”
“What?” She ripped everything off in one tangled heap. She scooted backward on the bed, putting her hand over her mouth. “Ohmigod. Don’t get closer. I need to brush my teeth.”
“Honey, morning breath isn’t going to scare me away with your shirt and shorts all knotted up like that.”
Her hair pressed against her head. She glanced down and yelped. “Ohmigod.” She tried to cover her boobs, then her crotch, back to her boobs, before giving up and yanking a blanket over her. “What are you doing in here?”
“You’re meeting Miss Whitfield at the school today.”
Another gasp echoed through the room and she shot out of bed. “Sorry!”
