Page 58 of Poppy Kisses
She fought to go faster than I was letting her, but I kept the pace steady. She whined and rolled her hips. She was ready to release, but I couldn’t have her hitting her peak before me.
She sank onto me, over and over, with nothing between us. My arms started shaking, but it wasn’t from her. I fought to keep my climax at bay, until finally she barked out a cry, her shining gaze flying to mine.
“That’s it,” I said. “Take it all.”
She dropped her head back and came—hard. That was all I could take. I exploded as a freight train of an orgasm hit me. She chanted my name in my ear and that only made me come harder. I’d never experienced anything like this. The power, the closeness. I couldn’t tell where I ended and where she began.
Fear dampened some of my desire. This was consuming. She was consuming. I wanted to give her everything, and I knew how that turned out last time.
I held her as she collapsed against me. She was pliant like I’d wanted her to be despite our awkward position. No beds.
That was right. We had rules. An engagement agreement. And I’d need those to keep from turning into the stupid, smitten man I’d been for most of my life.
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Poppy
I woke the next morning with a delicious sensation between my legs and the question of when it would happen again in my head. Jensen had carried me in after helping me back into my pants. I had cradled my shoes. Then he’d brought me to my bedroom door, gave me a sweet kiss, and disappeared into his own room.
I’d never had that strong of an orgasm. Had it been the position? The suddenness? The lack of protection?
How soon could I test those factors?
I rubbed my hands down my thighs. It was Saturday, and I was going to work on the house. Jensen had supplies ordered, and he was already working on the cabinets. I could clean and paint.
After I dressed, I went to the kitchen. Auggie was at the table, a soccer ball at his feet that he was rolling around while he watched a show on his tablet. “Morning, Poppy.”
“Morning, kiddo.”
Jensen came out of the shower, towel-drying his hair. The gray shirt he had on hugged his powerful torso. My mouth went dry, and I forgot what I was doing.
“Morning, Poppy.”
The way he purred my name sent a shiver right down my spine. “Morning, Jensen.”
So proper. Last night, when I was split over him, we were so not.
He ruffled Auggie’s hair. “Did you take your clothes to the laundry room?”
“Not yet.”
Jensen’s lips flattened. “Unload the dishwasher?”
“Oh. No.” Auggie put the tablet down.
“Feed Luna?”
“Not yet.”
“Auggie.” Jensen blew out a breath. “You were supposed to do that after breakfast. Before you watched your show.”
“Sorry.” Auggie popped up.
“Be right back.” I jogged upstairs and grabbed one of the write-and-wipe boards, along with some markers, out of my tub of supplies. I scribbled the three things Jensen told him on it before I raced downstairs and put the board and marker on the island. “You have anything else for him?”
Jensen shook his head and propped his hands on his hips. “Mom called and offered to have him sleep over.”
“Yay! I’ll go pack.” Auggie darted for the stairs.
