Page 23 of Last Second Chance

“Why don’t you use the key if this is your room?” Michael asked, and I saw that there was a knowing smirk on his face.

“You just go,” I said, giving him a shove on the shoulder.

He chuckled but did as I said. I waited until he reached his own room and went inside before knocking on Scott’s door. This was a bold move, and I wasn’t sure if it was the fresh ocean air making me finally think clearly or the alcohol influencing my decisions, but I didn’t care.

I was going for it.

CHAPTER10

Scott

Ireturned from the bachelor party with a stomach full of steak and a slight buzz from the alcohol I consumed. It was a good night, spent on a boat playing poker and chatting with the guys. Not exactly a wild night at the strip club, but that wasn’t really my style anyway. If I ever had the chance to have a bachelor party of my own, I would probably just want to have some beers with the guys and watch action movies.

The bachelorette party seemed to be a little higher energy event, based on the loud music I heard coming from the banquet hall when I walked through the lobby, and I had to wonder if they had any form of kinky entertainment. Was there a male stripper in that room?

I wasn’t sure if I had a right to be bothered by the idea of Poppy at a party watching another man get undressed, but that didn’t change my feelings on the matter. I wanted to go check things out, but I came up to my room instead. I’d just started to make progress with Poppy. The last thing I wanted was to make her mad by dragging her away from a good time just because I was a jealous asshole.

Still, I was going to text her and try to find out how things were going.

I’d just pulled my phone out of my pocket when there was a knock at the door. I glanced at the time and frowned. Who in the hell was at my door this late?

I walked over and peered through the peephole. It was Poppy, standing in the hallway and nibbling on her bottom lip.

I opened the door, a smile already spreading across my face. Before I had the chance to say a word, she launched herself at me. I let out a surprised grunt as I caught her in my arms. Her slender legs wrapped around my waist and her arms went around my neck. I stumbled back a couple of steps but regained my balance as her lips molded to mine. I quickly got with the program. I held onto her ass and used one foot to kick the door closed.

Hot desire flooded my body, and I felt my cock grow hard in an instant. It was pressed against her core, and Poppy moaned into my mouth at the feel of it. I took advantage of her parted lips by slipping my tongue inside and tangling it with hers.

I could taste alcohol and knew that she was probably drunk. It made sense because she'd undoubtedly come straight from the party. Her actions were fueled by the drinking, and I had to adjust my response accordingly.

Turning, I walked us to my bed. I laid her out on top of the bedspread, holding myself up over her on my elbows as I joined her. She spread her legs and I settled into the cradle of her body.

God, she was warm and soft, her feminine curves pressed against me. I slipped my hand beneath her shirt, moving up until I found her lacy bra. Her nipple was hard, poking through the fabric. I ran the pad of my thumb over the bud, and her back arched.

It was all so familiar, but just as exciting as the first time I ever touched her.

I broke our kiss to pull her shirt over her head. The bra was red and her breasts were close to spilling out. Her skin was slightly tanned, and I loved the way her hips flared out. Her eyes burned as she looked up at me with her lips slightly parted.

God, she was gorgeous.

Poppy reached out to unbutton my shirt, but I backed up out of her reach. She let out a sound of protest until I started opening her pants. Bending down, I pressed a kiss to her stomach just below her belly button, and she shuddered as I slid off her jeans.

Her panties matched her bra, and I let out a small groan at the sight. I wanted her with a desperation that consumed me, but I wasn’t going to take her, not tonight. That was why I had to keep her hands from undressing me. If she got me naked, my resolve would disappear.

“Scott…I want you.”

The neediness in her voice was torture, and I knew that I had to give her something. Kissing her lips again, I let my hands roam over her freely as I ground myself into her. I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, getting just a little rough with her. I knew she liked that. When I started to trail my lips along her jaw and down her neck, her gasps and moans made my erection throb as my desire soared.

But when she reached for my belt, I grasped her wrists and moved them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one hand. She groaned and bucked her hips.

“Damn it, let me touch you…”

“No can do, sweetheart,” I said huskily. “This is going to be about you.”

“But I want you.Please.”

Fuck, I wanted to give in. But I couldn’t do it, not while she was drunk. When I finally had sex with this woman again, she had to be sure that was what she wanted, because I needed it to mean something. I wanted it to be the beginning of the two of us together forever.

I nipped her skin where her neck met her shoulder as I ran my hand down her side. I flattened my palm and slid it into her panties. Poppy was gloriously wet, so ready for me. The sound she made was a strangled noise of pleasure as I pushed two fingers inside her body. She was so tight, and I could remember too well just how it felt to have her wrapped around my cock.

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