Page 108 of Wicked Love

“Where do you want me?” I ask, looking up at her with my tongue still swirling around her peak.

Her head falls back. “Everywhere.”

I smile against her skin. “Why don’t I take you to bed this time instead of desecrating this wall again?”

She laughs. More than once, we haven’t made it to the bed. I stand and lift her by the thighs, wrapping her legs around me, another favorite position. She seems to love it as much as I do, whimpering when I rub against her core. She circles her hips against me and I love that she’s already soaking wet.

“I can’t wait,” she says. “I want you too much to take our time…”

“I’m greedy for you too,” I tell her.

When we reach her room, I lay her down and kiss my way up her body, my fingers moving between her legs. I dip one finger inside and then two, and when she’s ready for it, three.

“Please,” she whimpers, wiggling against me.

I move my fingers and slide into her in one long stroke.

“Bowie,” she gasps.

I lose myself in her. Everything feels so right when we’re together like this. All inhibitions and worries quiet down andall I think about is making her feel good. She’s screaming my name within minutes. I love how loud she can be when we’re here, but it’s also fun when we’re at my house and I’m quieting her cries with my mouth.

I flip her over and she rides me so hard, so perfect, that when I come, she comes again too.

When we get to my house, it smells like dinner is almost ready. My mom and Mrs. McGregor are mid-bicker over which napkins to use. Becca bursts into the room when we step inside, already launching into a story about her day. Martha looks exhausted from trying to keep up with Becca. She doesn’t like Becca out of her sight, which makes me think pretty highly of the little beast. I watch Poppy laugh and reach out to touch Becca’s hair fondly, and my heart twists.

I love her.

Holy shit.I love her.

I swallow hard and Poppy glances at me then, her eyes narrowing on me. She smiles quizzically and the knots loosen. She doesn’t even know that she has my heart in her hands.

I’m in a bit of a fog as we sit down to eat and when Poppy leans over and asks if I’m okay, I take her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“Yes,” I say, my voice low.

Her eyes crinkle with her smile.

I reluctantly tear my eyes from hers and look around the table.

“We have news,” I say, glancing at Poppy again. She nods, beaming. “We’re having a baby.” I look at Becca. “You’re going to be a big sister.”

Her eyes widen. She sucks in a breath so fast she coughs. “A baby!” she squeaks, her voice high. “I’m a sister! Where is the baby?”

“In my stomach for now,” Poppy says, laughing.

“Like Tru’s belly,” Becca says. She waves her fist in the air. “I’m a sister!”

My mom claps her hands, tears shimmering in her eyes. “This is the best news ever!”

Mrs. McGregor places a hand over her heart. “Congratulations. This household just keeps getting better and better.”

Mr. McGregor proposes a toast. “To a healthy baby Fox!”

We all clank glasses, most of us with water, but it still takes, and the conversation is lively as Becca asks what the baby will look like. Mom does a little dance when she brings out the dessert. Mrs. McGregor fusses about portions, and Poppy rests her head on my shoulder, looking up at me with that soft look that makes me feel steady and like I’m falling harder, all at once.

“I hope our baby has your blue eyes,” I tell her.

“I love your brown eyes so much,” she whispers. “But Becca’s blue eyes are beautiful, so maybe the babywillhave blue…”

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