Page 121 of Home Field Advantage
The plan was always to leave and go back to the steady life I’ve always known. I have a job and a life waiting for me back in San Francisco. And now I’m here, thinking about a future that suddenly feels like a closed door, while another door I never expected swings open.
“You’re right. I’d like to go see her.”
“Get out of here then,” Mitch says, gesturing to the back sliding door. “I’ll bring the popcorn out and say you ran next door to drop something off. They’ll be asleep before they even know you’re gone.”
“That means a lot. If Sage falls asleep on the couch, you can leave her there until I get back if you want. The guest bedroom is already set up. Leave Ty on the couch.” I laugh.
“That was the plan.” He winks.
“And call me if you need anything.”
“I won’t.”
I shake my head, grab the box accidentally delivered to my house, and slip out the back door and walk across the lawn. The only light illuminating her house is the soft glow of her porch light. As I cross her front lawn, I don’t see any lights on in her house other than the small one over her puzzle table, but I don’t see her. Just as I’m about to lift my arm to knock, the door opens.
“Hi,” she says softly.
I use this moment to take her in. She’s wearing a pair of sleep shorts with a tank top tucked into the waistband. I spent a little longer checking out her long legs before she crosses one over the other where she stands, wrapping the cardigan covering all of it over her body. When my eyes meet hers, there’s a tint of pink on her freckled cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I should have texted to say I was coming.”
She shrugs, and a soft smile plays on her lips. “I knew you would come.”
I step through the door, wrapping my hand around her waist to pull her closer. Her hands smooth up my chest to the back ofmy neck as she moves her body close. Her chest presses into me before her mouth connects with mine.
But this time, she’s in control.
She’s not holding back as she holds my head in place, tangling her fingers in my hair. She’s kissing me like she wants to commit me to memory, like she’d been thinking about kissing me since I saw her earlier. She parts her lips, swiping her tongue against mine. A rumble vibrates through my chest as I toss the box in my hand onto the couch and walk us deeper into her house, kicking the door shut behind me with a bang. She guides me, and I follow.
I’m learning quickly that I’d follow her wherever she led me.
Bringing my hands behind her, reaching under the cardigan to the hem of her tank top, I slide them under the soft fabric and up her back, pressing my palms to her skin. She flinches, but doesn’t break the kiss. It only makes her hungrier, and before I realize where we are, she backs us into her bedroom.
“Are you sure this is what you want, honey?”
“Yes. More than anything.”
I crash my lips to hers, matching her desire, as if something deep inside of me that’s remained dormant for so long has been woken up. Heat builds inside of me, my cock stirring to life between us, making me desperate for a taste of whatever she’s willing to give me tonight.
Reluctantly, I stop kissing her, taking a step away from her. My fingertips graze along her collarbone and down her arms as I peel the cardigan off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. Goose bumps pebble across her skin, and my eyes land on the swell of her breasts. Her nipples pebble under the fabric, which forces my cock to strain behind the zipper of my jeans.
I take a moment to brush her hair behind her shoulders, giving me a full view of her. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her honestly. “I’m a strong man, Poppy Barlow. But you…you make me weak. Whatever you want, ask for it. I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t know exactly what I want, but I know I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere, Dallas.”
My hands reach up, cupping both of her breasts in my palms. My heart’s racing at any chance to touch Poppy the way she deserves to be touched. Iwantto make her feel good. Iwantto give her anything she’s willing to let me give her.
I just want her.
“How about here?”
She nods, reaching up to let the thin strap of her tank top slide down her arm. I take that as an invitation to reach down to the bottom, lift it, and pull it over her head. She has nothing on underneath, and I bite my bottom lip from grinning like a fool. She has perfectly round breasts that have the type of symmetry that defied nature. Her chest rises and falls with every breath, and I can’t take my eyes off of them. I take that moment to lean down, taking her hard nipple in my mouth and sucking it.
“Mmhh.”
