Page 65 of Indecent Lies

Now he was flooded with memories.

Sweet Poppy with her wide eyes.

He wasn’t the same boy.

Now he was the man who would tear the little panties off her and fuck her down on the floor.

His sweet innocent Penelope should have stayed at home.

Should have married her safe guy.

Texas didn’t feel safe whatsoever.

“I want to pound the goodness out of you. You should be running back home.” somehow, and he wouldn’t call it divine intervention, because there was nothing divine about this, but she’d fallen out of the sky and landed in his unworthy lap.

He couldn’t explain where this attraction came from.

She wasn’t his usual type, but then, Poppy was unlike any other woman and he didn’t mean that in a cheesy fucked up way.

He meant it because the things he was feeling, he hadn’t felt before.

Not this strong.

Not this overwhelming,

Even now he had to clench his hands together so he didn’t stride forward and crush her under him and make her moan.

He was doing her a favor by not taking her up on her offer.

Now if only he could get his body under control.

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So that was not how she imagined the conversation to go.

They’d kissed so hot and heavy and now she’d made him mad and didn’t know why.

All his naughty words floated in front of her eyes, seeing the pictures he evoked and Poppy could barely breath from wanting everything he said.

She didn’t want the boy she once knew; she was already half in love with the snarling man in front of her, not that she’d ever tell him that. She didn’t think it would go over that well, going by his reaction right now.

Tait from the past was cute… very cute and she’d adored him, but this aged mature version with his facial hair and somber moods was so much more appealing.

Maybe watching porn had given her a false sense of just what men wanted.

The snarl from his mouth didn’t sound human.

Nor was the hint of darkness in his eyes, hair hanging over them, obscuring the irises.

Poppy felt a thump-thump-thump in her breastbone, a clanging of need to touch him and feel how hard his anger bristled.

She watched him pace through the kitchen, grumbling like a giant bear who’d hurt his paw. Cutting heated glances her way every few seconds.

She lapped those looks up and shivered with each one.

The last look sent her off the couch and she followed him.

“I didn’t realize I’d make you mad,” she confessed quietly and every inch of her body nearly set on fire when he spun around and stared down at her. It was both tender and hungry all at once. “I mean, it’s just sex…”

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