Page 101 of Wicked Love

Her breathing gets erratic and I feel too close. I flip her onto her back and slide into her deep, so deep that we both lose our breath. Her sounds of pleasure threaten to make me lose it and I can’t yet. I want this to last longer than two minutes. Her skin is heated under mine now, the only chill coming from the sheen of sweat on my forehead as I try to hold onto some restraint.

My strokes are slow and languid, and I watch as she takes me, feel the clench of her tightening and releasing as she tries to hold onto me inside.

“It’s so good,” she groans.

I swell at her words and give her a few deep, fast strokes.When I pull out, flipping her onto her stomach, she cries out, “Come back.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell her.

I tilt her hips and enter her in a single perfect slide. She screams into a pillow and I grin, bending down to kiss her shoulder.

“Told you,” I say, laughing against her skin.

She laughs into the pillow and then cries out again when I bottom out inside of her, only to pull out and do it again, and again. She looks at me over her shoulder, her mouth parted before she bites down on her lip, her eyes squeezing shut as I fuck her relentlessly.

“Bowie,” she pants. “This is—don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“I know, Angel. I know.”

This isn’t just sex. I’m going to have to work out what exactly this is later, but for now, I know this much: if Poppy Keane asked me for anything, I’d walk through coals of fire to give it to her.

“Come here,” I say, sitting back on my heels and pulling her up into my lap.

I push into her as she grinds onto me, and my hand moves to her neck while the other moves between her legs, coaxing another orgasm out of her. I hold her up while she collapses, kissing her neck until my breath turns shaky, my own orgasm starting to barrel through me. I grip her hips then and move into her with solid strokes.

“Poppy,” I rasp. “Fuck.”

I shove into her deep and feel like I’ll never stop coming, my body strung tight while she flutters and clenches around me. When the tremors eventually still between us, I lift her and spoon around her back, holding her close as we lie down.She looks at me over her shoulder through half-lidded eyes and offers a small grin.

“That was…” she whispers.

“Yeah.” My voice is rough. “It was.”

She drifts off to sleep first and I’m not far behind her, and I have an unsettling dream. I don’t see Poppy at all, but I know that she’s about to have the baby, and I can’t find her. I wake up gasping and only an hour and a half has passed since we fell asleep. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower, hoping the water will clear my head. When I get out and I’m still a mess, I sit down on the floor and lean against the tub.

She stumbles in a few minutes later, her lips swollen and hair going everywhere. She’s wearing her shirt and panties again and I want to strip them off.

Her beauty makes my heart catch in my throat.

“You okay?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to wake you up,” I say. When she doesn’t say anything, I add, “Maybe having a little freakout. Bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, sitting down next to me and taking my hand.

I take the first deep lungful of air since I woke up and look at her.

“I might have some abandonment issues,” I say quietly. “It started with my father…when I’d do something he didn’t approve of, he’d disappear. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days, but it was usually in a strange city. When I was young, my dad and I traveled some with swimming, and when he’d leave, I wouldn’t know what to do, where to go. I’d be in a hotel room too scared to even order room service because I knew if he did come back, I’d be in trouble for that too.”

I meet her eyes reluctantly and her chin wobbles.

“That’s heartbreaking,” she says.

I look down at our feet. Her knees are tucked to her chest and her turquoise toenails are cute.

“Do you have any fears about having a baby…with me?” I ask after a long pause.

“I have fears about having a baby…yes. Normal fears, I think. Like, will I be a good mom, will our baby be healthy?—”

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