Page 67 of I'll Keep Her Safe

“No.” She lifts her hips and slowly sinks back down, easing my cock deeper until she’s taking my full length. “Perfect for me.”

You’ve got that right.

I thrust gently into her, taking her nipple in my mouth, and she lets out a moan that makes us both freeze. My gaze flies to the door, heart rapping at my ribcage.

Nothing happens.

Thank God.

“You need to be quiet.” I stroke Poppy’s hair. “You want my cock, baby? You have to take it quietly.”

“Fuck, Wyatt,” she whispers, clenching around me. “I want your cock. I’ll take it however you want to give it to me.”

Holy fucking hell.

Heat tears through me, making my dick twitch inside her. I’ve never heard such filthy words from a woman in my life, and before I can stop myself, I flip us over, pinning her hands to the bed. I want to pound her recklessly until her head hits the headboard, but it’s impossible to do that without making noise. I’ll have to fuck her quietly, but I don’t mind. She’s right—I’ll take her however I can have her.

“Tell me you want me,” she breathes, and I sigh, trailing kisses down her chest.

“Poppy…” I press my lips to her collarbone, giving a slow roll of my hips. “I’ve wanted you since you moved in. Longer, if I’m honest.”

“Longer?”

“Since…” Shit, I don’t know how honest I should be. “Since I saw you at Bailey’s birthday last year.”

“Really?” she asks, breathless, as I thrust again.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw her at that bar in the East Village. She was slimmer then, almost as if she hadn’t been eating properly, but I like her even more now. She’s softer, curvier—there’s more for me to touch, to hold onto. Despite her slight frame at the party, I noticed her instantly. Her copper hair, those scarlet lips, and deep brown eyes that contained so much sadness. She was smiling, but I could tell it was forced. It had intrigued me, how someone so beautiful could look so unhappy, and I spent the entire night stealing glances at her, hoping she’d cheer up.

She didn’t.

Knowing what I know now about Kurt, it makes sense, and I wish I could have done something then and saved her from him. Protected her from getting hurt.

But she’s here now, and I want to give her what she needs. I want to make her feel good in all the ways she deserves.

I press a kiss to her lotus tattoo, inside her wrist. “Really, baby.”

“Me too.”

I study her face, even though I can’t quite see her expression in the dark. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, Wyatt. I shouldn’t have been looking, because I was with…” I’m pleased she doesn’t say his name, not when I’m inside her. “But I couldn’t help myself. I saw you and thought, fuck, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

Christ. How did I not know that?

I kiss her neck, her chest, sucking her nipple into my mouth. Her hands dig into my hair, twisting in the strands, and my dick twitches again. At this rate I won’t last long. Knowing she’s wanted this as long as me, knowing we’ve both fought it.

“And now here you are,” I say, “sneaking into my room in the middle of the night.”

She giggles again, that soft sound that does something to my heart. Something I don’t want to even think about.

I thrust a little harder this time, and the headboard bangs the wall.

Shit.

My pulse scatters, and I slow my movements, cursing the fact that I have to be so careful. I can’t fuck her as well as I’d like, as well as I think she’d like me to, and it suddenly matters to me that this is a night to remember. I’m not sure we’ll be able to do this again.

But I can’t let myself think about that now.

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