Page 24 of Last Second Chance

I kissed across her clavicle and down her heaving chest. I released her wrists to pull down the cups of her bra, freeing her breasts for me to lavish with my tongue. Her legs tightened around me, and her hands went to the back of my neck, holding me close to her. Her head kicked back into the pillow and I knew she was close. I could read her body so easily. I took her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as I sped up my fingers, moving in and out faster.

“Oh, God. Scott...I’m gonna...I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” I said against her breast. “Come on my hand, sweetheart.”

That was all it took, and she came hard, crying out my name as I suckled her breast. Her body seized, and I felt a rush of slick wetness on my fingers. It was beautiful.

When her orgasm was over, I lifted my head to look into her face. There was a lazy smile on her lips and her eyes were hooded as she stared back at me. I held that gaze as I brought my fingers to my mouth and slowly licked them clean.

There was a flare of lust in her eyes, but I could tell that she was tired. It was late and drinking always did make her sleepy. Whipping back the blankets on the other side of the bed, I scooped her into my arms and placed her between the sheets. She weighed so little that it was easy to move her around like this, and she chuckled a little.

Finally, I took off my shirt and pants. Flicking off the lamp on the nightstand, I got into bed beside her. Poppy turned away from me, and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. My chest was pressed against her back and her ass met my groin. I was still so hard for her, and I knew that it was going to be hard to fall asleep.

But she didn’t have that problem. Within minutes, I heard her breathing grow heavy and even. She was out.

Despite my sexual frustration, I couldn’t resist smiling in the darkness. I relaxed, inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo. This felt right. Poppy was finally back where she belonged.

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The soundof a thud woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times as I lifted my head and looked around. The bed beside me was empty.

That was when I realized the thud I heard came from Poppy stumbling around the room, trying to put on her pants. She cringed when her eyes met mine.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you up.”

I sat up, frowning. She already had her shirt back on, and her hair was a rat’s nest on the top of her head.

“Were you planning to leave without talking to me?” I asked as she managed to get her jeans up around her hips and button them.

“No! Of course not.”

She was always a bad liar. I could see it in the way her eyes slightly widened and her voice went up an octave.

Shoving the blankets to the foot of the bed, I stood and walked around it until I was right in front of her. She looked up at me, and I could see the embarrassment in her big brown eyes. I cupped her cheek.

“Listen, you shouldn’t be upset about getting so drunk last night. I think we both know that I’ve seen it before, and it’s all a part of celebrating the wedding.”

Her smile was thin and didn’t reach her eyes. She took a step back so that I couldn’t reach her anymore.

“I know,” she murmured. “It’s just...I have a headache after last night, and I want to go to my room to take advantage of what I have left of that hangover package you sent.”

“Oh, right.” I wished that I had some headache medicine here, but I didn’t. I grabbed my phone to check the time. “It looks like they should still be serving breakfast downstairs. Maybe we should go eat after I take a quick shower.”

But as I looked back toward her, I saw that she was already walking out the door.

“Poppy?”

“Yeah, maybe,” she said over her shoulder.

She barely even looked at me. I wanted to follow her, but I was in my boxers, and I didn’t want to overreact. It was probably just a hangover headache bothering her. Maybe some lingering awkwardness.

Besides, it had to mean something that she came to me last night. She was drunk and vulnerable, and she sought me out. She wanted to be with me.

God, please let that be it.

CHAPTER11

Poppy

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