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"Nope, I just never saw the appeal, I guess."

She thought about that. They both sat there silently eating their sandwiches.

"The more I get to know you the more I realize how little I actually know. You’re a mystery, Josh Turner."

"What can I say, I'm just full of surprises." He cocked his eyebrow and gave her a look that shot straight between her legs. The picture of him on the mechanical bull, and the way his hips rode with it, invaded her thoughts. She couldn’t help but think of those talented hips burying himself into her over and over. He moved so nimbly.

"Penny for your thoughts, Poppy," he said, pulling her out of her dirty thoughts.

"Oh, you don't want to know my thoughts," she responded without really thinking. She set her half-eaten sandwich on her plate.

"Oh, now I really do," he said, shifting his weight closer to her.

Poppy grinned and shook her head.

"Tell me."

"Not a chance, Turner," she grinned at him.

At that, he pounced. He dove next to her and grabbed her sides, tickling her. He pulled her on top of him and she laughed. "Tell me and I'll stop."

Poppy laughed and tried to catch her breath. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

CHAPTER17

Josh

"Victory!" Josh cried. They were now both laying on the blanket with Poppy's body strewn over his. She looked at him and he became acutely aware of how close they were. He could feel his cock twitching to life with her soft body in his arms and her breast pressing into his chest.

She bit her lower lip, and he watched as she dragged it through her teeth. Breaking his gaze, she looked away. Was Poppy feeling shy? There was a first time for everything.

"I was thinking about watching you ride the bull." Her gaze turned back to his. There was a fire in her eyes he had never seen before.

"Were you? What exactly were you thinking about?" he asked in a low raspy voice.

The fire stayed right there in her eyes, and he could see the exact moment she chose to be brave. "I was thinking about how good you looked riding that bull, how your hips rode the bull..." Her tongue traced out along her bottom lip. "And I was thinking about what your hips would feel like riding me the same way."

At that moment Josh lost what little control he was holding on to. He slid both of his hands into her dark hair and claimed her mouth. The feeling when he kissed her was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was like the palpable force pulling them towards each other like magnets, like he would never be able to get close enough to her. His tongue dove into her mouth and claimed his space. Her hands clung to his arms and his skin heated under her touch.

He flipped them so Poppy's back rested on the blanket, and he caged himself over her. He looked into her dark eyes. She smiled up at him with a gaze that fueled the fire burning deep inside of him. He had wanted Poppy his entire life and could not believe this was actually happening. A smile crept across his face as he brushed her hair away.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked.

"I just can't believe this is real. That I’m here with you, in this place that has been my safe space for so long, and I’m here with you. Kissing you." He lowered his head and placed a sweet tender kiss on her mouth. She smiled up at him and his heart swelled in his chest.

"I'm glad to be here too. Thank you for showing me this spot."

He kissed her mouth again. This time he slowly sipped at her lips, taking his time, drinking her in. Her fingers sought out the bare skin of his back at the hem on his shirt. He deepened the kiss, and she returned it with just as much passion. He let his hand trace along the curves of her body. His hand rested on her hips and hitched her closer to him. She gave a little moan, encouraging him further. Her blunt fingernails dug into his back as his hands explored over her soft belly and up to her full breasts. He let his fingers trace a light circle around the nipple pebbling under her sweater, their mouths connected the entire time.

Josh pulled back and looked at her. He needed to show her pleasure, needed to hear her come apart. He let his hand find the hem of her shirt and he kissed gently up the side of her neck until he was at her ear. His teeth sunk into her earlobe, and she gasped. His fingers found the bare skin of her belly.

"Can I touch you, Poppy?" he rasped in her ear.

She gave a breathy reply, "Yes."

He let his hand slip under her sweater. He relished the smooth softness of her belly as his hands traced upward and gently squeezed her breast. He lifted up her shirt and his cock was screaming at the sight of her soft skin and her purple lace bra, her dark nipple pebbled under the fabric, and he licked it over the fabric and sucked it into his mouth. She gave a sharp cry of pleasure, and he knew he had to make her come right now. If she would allow him, he would pleasure her right here in this cave, the sound of rushing water blocking her cries from the world and echoing in here just for him.

His hand left her breast and traced over her belly, coming to rest on the button of her jeans.

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