Page 66 of I'll Keep Her Safe

I reach for her in the dark and she slips into my arms. Her skin is warm and damp from the shower, so soft under my hands, and she tucks perfectly into my chest.

“I’ll go if you want,” she whispers, pressing her lips to my shoulder.

How on earth would I be able to tell her to leave now? I should. I can still hear Bailey and Dean talking across the hall, and my daughter could walk in here at any minute if she wanted. It’s unlikely she would, but…

“Wyatt?” Poppy wriggles out from my arms, climbing over me. She straddles my hips, lowering her chest until it’s flush with mine, her hair falling around us. In the dark I can just make out the outline of her lips, the glint in her eye. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I fucking love it.

And despite knowing better, I press my lips to hers. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She sighs in relief, rocking her hips against mine. Her heat presses to my cock, making my blood rush south, making me hard in seconds. As her tongue meets mine, I slide my hands down her back, stroking her ass, wanting to slip them into her panties again. Only, she’s not wearing any.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“What?” she asks, the picture of innocence.

“Youknowwhat.” I thrust my hard cock against her wet center, dizzy at the thought that the only thing between us is my underwear. “You came into my room with no panties on.”

She giggles quietly into my shoulder. “Are you mad?”

I grip her hips, holding her in place while I grind against her pussy. She’s already wet, I can feel it.

“What do you think?”

She giggles again, the sweetest fucking sound, and I capture her mouth with mine. I love having her on me like this, so I can hold her close, feel her everywhere at once. Her fingers brush my nipple piercing, sending heat rocketing through me, and I give a low growl into her ear. She tugs at my boxer-briefs, and I know if I let her remove them, there’s no way we won’t be having sex.

But I can’t stop her.

We’re on vacation, I reason, as I kick them off. This isn’t real life, I tell myself, as I tug her nightgown over her head. It doesn’t count.

It can’t.

Then she’s back on me, the heat of her everywhere. Her breasts press to my chest, her slippery pussy settling against my cock.

“Are you sure you want this, baby?”

Her breath shudders out against my lips. “Keep calling me that. I love it.”

Good to know.

But I need a firm answer.

“Poppy—”

“Yes, Wyatt.” She rocks her hips, sliding back and forth across my shaft. I’m not inside her yet, but she’s so wet, all it will take is the slight tilt of her hips for me to slip in. “If you can’t feel how much I want this, you need to see a doctor.”

A laugh rushes up my throat, but I catch myself in time. The last thing I need is to make any noise that will catch Bailey’s attention right now. Not when her friend is straddling me, wet and naked, seconds away from taking my cock.

“I don’t need a doctor. I can feel it.”

“Good.”

I’m about to ask her about birth control, or see if I have a condom in my wallet, when she shifts her hips and I slide inside her.

After that, I lose the ability to think. All I can do is feel; the weight of Poppy on me, the warmth of her mouth as it finds mine in the dark, the tight heat of her pussy gripping me as she sinks lower.

“Oh my God,” she whispers, shifting her weight. “You’re fucking huge.”

I can’t help the grin that splits my face. “Too big for you, baby?”

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