Page 81 of Poppy Kisses
“Fuck, Poppy.” His biceps strained against the sleeves of his shirt as he gripped the seat backs on either side of me. “I can’t get enough of you.”
When he came undone like this, I believed everything he said. It wasn’t a put-on to get me in bed. I was already under him. He had no reason to boost my pride.
He grabbed the back of my head, his weight pressing harder into me, and devoured my mouth. His hand took the brunt of the force of his pounding.
I exploded suddenly and with barely any warning. He’d told me he couldn’t get enough, and he held me like it. That, more than the physical ecstasy, pushed me over the edge with the force of a cyclone.
I cried into him, and he caught all the sound. With one more thrust, he buried himself in me as far as our position would allow and shuddered, coming inside of me.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me and through me. I hugged him to me as I rode through the climax. Then we both went still, our breaths filling the cabin. The windows were fogging and it was finally dark. The whisper of the wind through the trees surrounded us. This moment was ours.
“I wish I could take you home and carry you right to bed,” he murmured and instantly went stiff. “Sorry.”
“No, don’t be.” I didn’t want him to apologize. I wanted to know how he felt about me. We were engaged and we were friends, but we went on dates that were more amazing than any others I’d been on. We had frenzied sex like this when we couldn’t get enough of each other. The cheesecake had taken two minutes to eat, and then he was licking the crumbs off my lips and boom. We were in the back seat and my shorts were on the console. “I’d like it too.”
My pulse cranked up a notch.
He placed a sweet kiss on my lips as he pulled out. Shit. Did I make this awkward? Did he say something he regretted and I ran with it?
My heartbeat thudded through my body as he helped me get dressed and got himself zipped back into place. But he didn’t open the door and shuffle me into the front seat. He sat facing me as much as possible and threw his arm across the seat back.
“I like you, Poppy.”
A pulse stopped my pounding heart for a moment. I waited for thebut. “Okay?”
He worked his jaw back and forth a few times before speaking. “I think we have something here.”
A pleasant bubble of surprise popped in my head. “You do?”
His gaze was earnest. “Do you think so?”
“I think…” I fiddled with my fingers, twisting and twining them in my lap. We hadn’t even saidI doyet and feelings were involved. Didn’t friends with benefits last longer than a few weeks before they grew feelings that threatened their plans? I didn’t want to lose the benefits or the friends. The vulnerability shining from his eyes knocked down my guards. “I think so too.”
He let out a long exhale. “Good. So now what?”
“You mean, how are we going to get married when we’re fucking and supposed to be only pretending to be married?” I grimaced. “We messed up.”
“No, we didn’t.” He caressed my face. “I’m having fun again, and goddamn, I didn’t think life could be like this.”
His words sunk in, and instead of calming me, I wanted to run. That would mean leaving him, so I’d be honest. “I’m scared.”
“I know,” he whispered. “We’ll take it slow. I know a wedding in a couple of weeks doesn’t scream slow, but that’s not about us.”
I wanted it to be. When I saw myself in my wedding dress, my first thought was what Jensen would think when he saw me. I wanted him to see when normally I might hide. But he made me comfortable. He might’ve created some of the wounds inside of me, but he was slowly smoothing over the scar tissue so they didn’t tug and pull at my insecurities anymore.
“This is us.” He placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “You and me, right here. We like to go out on mandatory date nights. I’m obsessed with your legs, and you love my ass.”
I laughed. “I never said that, but I do love your ass.”
He sat back and pulled me with him. I curled up on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder.
“We’re cuddling,” I said.
“Yeah. I’m one hundred percent sure Mom is passed out on the couch, or I’d take you to bed.”
My anticipation leaped, but I reined it in. Going to sleep in Jensen’s arms was becoming a fantasy, so was waking up to him. “What about Auggie?”
“He’s understood a lot so far. We would just talk to him.” He dragged in a steady breath and blew it out. “We shouldn’t get caught until I do. If we feel like we’re speeding through this and we know what we’ve been doing, he’s going to have a hard time understanding.”
