Page 55 of No First Kisses

I do exactly what he says and arch off the couch when he immediately slides two fingers into my core. His thumb presses against my clit, until he licks from there to his fingers.

“You’re wet, Poppy. Are you ready for me?”

Yes.

But I’m not about to tell him that. Not when he is pushing me toward the best orgasm of my life. Each flick of his tongue and movement of his fingers propels me further, until I can’t control the way I tighten around his hand.

My fingers lock in his hair, pushing his face into my body, and I scream as my vision clouds over.

Logan doesn’t bother wasting time after that. He grabs my thigh tightly and stands up, his hard length pressed against my body.

“You’re gonna have to turn around, Poppy.”

He takes my hand and, like the gentleman he is, helps me get on my knees so that my stomach rests against the cushions. Then he proceeds to take me. Hard.

Like a growing storm, he is uncontrollable as he thrusts into my body. Our skin slaps against each other, and I feel his balls swing against my body with every single move.

“Harder,” I gasp against the back of the couch. “I need it harder.”

A fierce growl leaves Logan’s mouth and he twists, pressing deeper into my body than I think possible. But he doesn’t push harder.

If anything, he starts to move slower, gentler, and more passionately than he did just a few moments before.

“Touch yourself,” he orders briskly. “Touch yourself and make us both finish together, Poppy.”

Unable to deny him anything, I grab the back of the couch with one hand to balance myself and move the other between my legs.

Logan stops moving completely. His body, pressed against mine and buried inside me, makes what happens next even more erotic.

While I have my hand on my clit, Logan runs one hand down my spine, stopping on my ass, and then moves until his thumb sweeps over the only place on my body I haven’t given him.

Then without warning, he thrusts inside me again, pressing that finger in while he drags the second orgasm from my body.

“Nowww,” I cry out, and he lets go.

“I love you, Poppy,” Logan whispers against the back of my neck while he pulls out. “And when you’re ready to marry me, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”

I’m not expecting the sharp crack of his hand against my ass, but it feels almost good enough to make me not want to leave the house.

When I look over my shoulder with bared teeth, he just smiles.

“I’ll get you cleaned up, and then we gotta go.”

20

LOGAN

Dean leans against the seat of his motorcycle, watching me leave BPD with a grimace on his face.

Shit.

“What happened?”

“Ortega.”

Just that one word has the power to take the good out of my mood completely. Although, my day hadn’t really started all that great anyway. With Poppy sick and throwing up everything she ate, I spent the entire morning worried about her since I couldn’t take her to the doctor like I wanted to.

“Sam took Poppy to the OB this morning.” I cross my arms over my chest and stare at the man who looks more like Poppy’s older brother than her father. “Was Ortega there or something?”

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