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Wyatt

The door to my room closes at the same time as Poppy’s, and I drop my head into my hands, slumping back against the wall.

There’s no way in hell I’m going to sleep now. All I can think about is Poppy—the taste of her, the feel of her, how wet and responsive she was to my touch, how close she was to orgasm, in the back of that limo.

I must have lost my mind, doing that. Touching her like that.

But the way she looked at me, the way she whispered,you are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met… I couldn’t hold back any longer. I’ve fought feelings for Poppy for a long time, and there’s only so much a man can resist a woman who tells him how good he is.

Especially when she begs him to kiss her. When she tells him she wants it as much as he does. When she looks like sex in a princess dress.

The shower turns on next door, and I try not to let myself imagine Poppy naked, stepping under the stream of hot water. I could go in there right now. I’m sure she’d welcome me, pull me under the water with her. Ask for more.

I want you to fuck me.

Jesus. How did I resist that in the limo? She was so ready for me that I could have thrust into her and she would have let me. Hell, she would have loved it. Even though I know I did the right thing, regret tugs at me as I brush my teeth, strip down to my boxer-briefs, and slide into the cool sheets of the king-sized bed. It’s hot tonight, and not only because of the weather.

Bailey’s voice floats from across the hall, and I cringe, hating myself. What would she think if she knew what we’d been doing in the back of that limo? If she knew the things I want to do to her friend, even after I promised to keep Poppy safe? She’d hate me, wouldn’t she? And she’d have every right to.

I’m about to turn the lamp off on the nightstand when there’s a quiet knock at my door. So quiet, in fact, I almost think I’ve imagined it. My desire for Poppy to come and finish what we started is so great, despite myself, that it’s very possible.

But the knock comes again, and the handle turns. When Poppy’s head pokes tentatively into the room, my pulse jumps.

“Are you awake?”

“What do you think?” I whisper back.

She glances over her shoulder, then slips into the room, pulling the door shut behind her. My gaze fastens on the skimpy nightgown she’s wearing—soft gray cotton with white lace on the hems, cupping her perfect breasts and falling to mid-thigh. I can’t decide if this is what she normally wears to bed, or if she’s put it on just for me, but in this moment I don’t care.

She wanders to the bed, sinking onto the edge beside me. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” she murmurs.

I blow out a long breath, raking a hand through my hair. “You and me both.”

Poppy’s gaze moves over my bare torso, sitting up in bed. “Wyatt… God. The limo…”

“I know.”

“It was amazing. I wish we could have asked the driver to keep driving all night.”

A small laugh chuffs out of me. If we’d been in that limo much longer, I would have given in to everything she wanted, and more. Maybe it’s a good thing we got back here when we did.

Dean’s laugh drifts from across the hall, and we glance at the door. I swallow, trying to do the right thing.

“You should go.”

Poppy’s brow knits. “Is that what you want?”

Fuck, no.

“I…”Yes.I should say yes, but I can’t get the word out.

She shuffles up the bed, reaching past me to turn off the lamp. Darkness blankets the room and I blink, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I can’t see Poppy, but I can feel the heat of her, hear her breathing, smell the fresh scent of soap. The bed shifts as she stands, and my heart falls. She’s leaving, like I asked her to, and I should be glad.

But I’m not pleased in the slightest.

So when I feel her climb onto the mattress on the other side of me, pulling the covers back and sliding under next to me, I shuffle further under to join her.

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