Page 50 of This Time I'm Keeping You
“I did okay,” she whispered as Nick kept dropping kisses in between words on her lips.She’d known there was tension between them.Felt it every time he was close, but Poppy had been fooling herself to think they could stop this from happening if she stayed here.
“I’ve told myself for days we can’t do this, especially now I know you’re innocent?—”
“I’m not innocent,” she added.
“Close to innocent,” he growled, “and I don’t want to hear the details about you and the only man you’ve slept with.”
“That’s very Neanderthal of you, considering you’ve probably slept with lots of women, starting in college.”
“Probably, but I can’t help how I feel.I should have slept with you in college.”
“You didn’t want to.We weren’t like that back then.”
“There was something about you that got to me even then.”
She opened her mouth to deny that, but he closed it with his, and it was long, heated minutes later that he whispered the words, “No more talking.I want to be inside you, Poppy.”
Desire flooded through her veins.
“I shouldn’t want that too.”
“But you do.”His tongue licked just under her ear as he pulled her shirt free.“I need to explore you, Poppy.Every inch.”
“’Kay,” she got out as he pushed her shirt over her head and off her body.
“You’re beautiful.”His hands cupped her breasts through the white satin of her bra.
“Feels so good,” she whispered as his thumbs stroked the peaks of her nipples.
“You feel so good,” he rasped.“Now I want to taste you.”
His fingers pushed the straps from her shoulders, and then his mouth was on her.Poppy shuddered at the long sweep of his tongue down one breast.
“Don’t bite your lip to stop from making a noise, Poppy.I want to hear every sound that comes out of your mouth while I make love to you.”
“You’re always telling me what to do.”The words came out more a purr than a growl.
His laugh was low and dirty.Then he was moving down her body, stopping every inch to kiss or lick her skin.By the time Nick reached the waistband of her leggings, she was wet and aching.
“I want you naked.”He tugged the leggings down her thighs.His hands parted her legs.
“Nick.”Poppy’s whisper was desperate as he eased the satin of her panties aside, and then his mouth was there, on her.His tongue was wicked as it swept over her slit, pulling moans and sighs from her as he caressed every inch of her wet heat.She could feel the tension climb as his teeth grazed the hard nub between her thighs.When his fingers eased inside her to thrust once, twice, and then a third time, Poppy cried out as an orgasm tore through her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that look on your face,” he whispered.
Opening her eyes, Poppy found him above her again.
“Take your clothes off, Nick.”She wanted to see all of him.Touch his warm skin and kiss him like he had her.
He dragged his sweater over his head and then took something out of the pocket of his sweatpants.He then dropped them and the boxers.Muscles ran in ridges down his belly, but it was the thick, hard length of his erection that drew her eyes.She sat upright.
“I want to touch you.”
He nodded.
She trailed her fingertips over his body, tracing each muscle, mapping the contours.Leaning in, she inhaled his delicious scent and then kissed him.Wanting the taste of Nick Atherton, she licked his chest and was rewarded with a low moan.Her fingers grazed the smooth head of his erection and he jerked back.
“For someone with no experience, you do good,” he grunted.“But you can explore another time.I need you now.”
