Page 19 of Blurred Love

I cut him off. “Of course I’m still going to want you.”

He wants to believe me, but I can see the doubt reflected on his face. He brings one hand up and cups my chin. “I’m not looking for a one-night stand, Poppy. I want more.”

When I don’t say anything, he rushes to add, “I don’t want to rush you, but I need you to know where I’m coming from before we go any further.”

I lean into him and tell him honestly, “You seem a little too good to be true, Colter. Most men say what they think you want to hear so they get what they want.”

He strokes my chin and then lets his hand trail down to the side of my neck. He holds me firmly, and I can feel in his touch that he’s really feeling this. “I have a lot of baggage, and no one would blame you if you decided I’m not the type of guy you wanted.”

I smile and shake my head. Does he not have any idea how wonderful he is? “You mean the type that is smart, caring, protective, handsome, and knows how to kiss?”

The corners of his lips lift. “Just think about it, Poppy. I want you to be sure.”

“When?” I ask.

He shakes his head, confused. “When what?”

“When are we going out again?”

His hands move to my back, and as he pulls me against him, his hands caress firmly up and down my back. “Are you free tomorrow?”

Maybe I should be playing hard to get, but I don’t want to. Even if I did have something planned for tomorrow night, I would make myself free for him. “I’m free.”

He lifts his hips, and it’s my turn to groan. How is this man wreaking so much havoc on my body when I’m fully clothed?

He chuckles because he knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’ll pick you up at six.”

He opens his truck door, and reluctantly, I climb off him. When my feet hit the pavement, he follows me out. I giggle, watching him adjust himself. There’s no hiding his erection, and he points at me. “You’re awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

I lean up to kiss him. I make it quick and pull back before whispering, “I would be if I’d actually made you come.”

I start to twirl away from him, but he grabs my hand to stop me. “Tomorrow,” he promises. “Unless you change your mind.”

I pat his chest. “I’m not changing my mind.”

He grabs my hand that is on his chest and threads our fingers together. He walks me to my apartment door, and I have to restrain myself from begging him to come inside.

He kisses me until I’m breathless and then practically pushes me inside. “Tomorrow,” he promises before pulling my door shut.

I turn and lean my back against the door and feel as if I’m going to melt into a puddle on the floor. There’s no way I’ll be changing my mind about this. I’ll be counting down the hours until our next date.

CHAPTER10

COLTER

The ride home is a long one.

My cock is rigid, and keeping it zipped up in my jeans is a torture that I wasn’t ready for. I’ve never reacted this way to a woman before, and I’m not sure what to do about it.

I would have given anything to take her inside her apartment and have my way with her, but I needed her to know and fully understand that this is not some kind of one-night stand. For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking about the future, and I know I want Poppy to be a part of it.

I park my truck in the lot and then take the path to the residential housing. I pass the huge pond, and when I finally get to my cabin, I slam the door behind me and start stripping off my boots and then my clothes. I almost fall getting out of my pants, and I leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bathroom.

I turn the shower to cold and walk in, letting the spray hit me right in the face.

I let the water slide over my body, and only when my cock begins to soften do I think about getting out.

Trembling now, I get out and dry off before picking my pants up off the floor, digging out my phone, and then sitting on the bed.

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