Page 50 of Poppy Kisses
“Yeah.” His attention dropped to my lips. “I am.”
His tone suggested we weren’t talking about the same thing. Desire unfurled in my belly. “I’ve barely touched your website.”
“I know exactly what you haven’t touched.” Did his head drop lower? “And I know exactly what I’d like you to touch. WhatI’dlike to,” he murmured.
His lips were so close to mine. So achingly close. If I just rose a little…like this…
Our lips touched and time froze. He was warm and real and this wasn’t enough. As if he read my thoughts, he snaked an arm around my waist and increased the pressure of his kiss.
Yes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes. If I could crawl into him, I would. He was a wall of muscle, so damn strong, and he was here with me. A growl ripped from deep in his chest and he lifted me. My ass hit the edge of the counter. He adjusted until I was firmly in place. I automatically twined my legs around his hips, my lust building.
He invaded my mouth and I let him, tilting my head so he could delve deeper. The man knew what he was doing, licking and stroking his tongue against mine, sending tingles straight down my spine until they exploded between my legs in a pulsating cloud.
I moaned and cinched my hold tighter. A hard ridge pressed against me. Oh god, why did he have to be impressive in everything? My curiosity rose. Did he fuck like he kissed? Could I find out?
He swept his warm hands up my shirt. I whimpered. His rough fingertips whispered against my skin as he skimmed upward. I took his hat off and flung it on the counter, not caring where it went. Then I ran my hands over his head, letting his trimmed hair prickle against my palms.
He reached my breasts and covered them with his big hands. My hard nipples poked through the fabric like they were trying to reach him. He hooked his fingertips over the bra’s edges and dragged them down. Thank fuck I didn’t wear a sports bra today.
A distant voice in my head said we should stop, but it wasn’t coming up with a good reason why.
He left my mouth to kiss his way down my neck. I tipped my head back while thrusting my chest into his hot hands. Cool air wafted across my exposed nipples. My shirt was pushed high, exposing me for him. He cupped my breasts and licked across one nipple before sucking the pearled tip into his mouth.
The cry I let out was so full of need I would’ve been embarrassed any other time.
“You know how fucking wild these have been driving me?” Hot breath gusted over my wet flesh. He switched to the other side. “So fucking perfect.”
He claimed that nipple, and the wet heat of his mouth was all-consuming. I had to brace myself on the counter while he indulged himself. I didn’t realize I was rocking into him until the energy inside me started coiling and concentrating between my legs. The sensation grew stronger and more demanding. I shamelessly rubbed myself against him to steal all the pleasure he was building inside me with each stroke of his tongue.
“Jensen?” I sounded like I was begging, and maybe I was.
“You’re needy, aren’t you?” He was still playing with my greedy nipples, but he slid a hand up my thigh. I widened my legs for him.
He put an inch of space between us. I whined from the loss of friction, but then his calloused fingertips hit my inner thigh. I rocked into his touch.
“Poppy.” He lifted his head, and the picture he made would forever be the one to get me off when I was in bed by myself with my toys. His chiseled face was framed by each of my breasts and my thighs bracketed his body. “I need to hear you come.”
“I need to come.” I squirmed, trying to get closer to him. I hadn’t been able to do anything, too afraid he’d hear and I’d die of embarrassment. Now here I was, ready to detonate, and he was still inches away from my pussy.
“I could use my finger.” He licked across my nipple, making me shudder. He dipped his hand into my shorts and stroked me over my underwear.
Waves of muted pleasure rolled over me. Why, oh why, did I wear panties today? I did every day, but that didn’t matter right now.
“Or I could use my mouth.” His hand was gone. I wiggled my ass like I could find where he took those talented fingers.
Then he tugged my shorts down, and I was in the perfect position to lift my hips only slightly for them to slip off. My underwear stayed frustratingly in place.
“Fuck, Poppy.” He ran his hands all over my legs, pushing my knees wide. “I’ve been dreaming about getting my head between these thighs.” He took me in. “Ah, baby. You’re wet for me.”
I should be embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I nodded. “I need…”
“I know what you need, honey. And I’m going to give it to you.”
My breasts were still jutting out of my top, my skin feverish. The bottom flap of my shirt had fallen but didn’t cover them entirely. My lower half was almost bare, but Jensen didn’t let that stop him. He hooked his arms under my thighs and tugged me close to him. My ass was at the very edge of the island and I was open to him, yet I wasn’t self-conscious. I needed this too much.
He used a thumb to hold the crotch of my underwear to the side. “Fuck, Poppy,” he groaned. “You look even better than I imagined. And I thought of this a lot.”
He couldn’t be seriou?—
