“Hi,” I say, feeling slightly out of breath.
“Hi,” she answers. “You wanna come in?”
I nod and she steps away from the door and lets me inside.
“It’s a small space,” she notes.
“It’s nice,” I reply.
“So what’s going on?” she asks, and she walks toward her desk and sits on the chair.
“Not much. It’s been a busy week and. . . I wanted to see you,” I finally say. Wow. Saying what I feel is really hard.
“That’s sweet. Why don’t you sit on the bed? We don’t really have a space for entertaining guests,” she says. I want to say the bed seems perfect for entertainment but I keep my thoughts to myself.
I take a seat on the bed. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”
“Sure,” she responds and she takes her laptop. “I’ve got Netflix.”
“Cool.”
“How is your brother doing?” she asks.
“The same. He’s stable. Problem is having enough money to keep him that way. The inhalers cost an arm and a leg.”
She frowns.
“How is your week going?” I ask.
“Well, it would be okay but I have this story to write about a hockey player and I have no clue what to write,” she grins and her eyes flash with mischief.
“Isn’t the story due by Christmas or something?” I ask. I know the drill since both Wolfe and Cole had the Spotlight story on them the last two years.
“It is.” She nods. “It’s supposed to go to print first week back after Christmas holidays. My editor wants to check in on my progress and I haven’t made any strides. Like I have nothing, Declan.”
“Sorry.” I wince but I don’t know what else to say so I change the subject, knowing it’s the cowardly thing to do. “What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t know,” she says as she scrolls through the options. “This looks pretty good. I’ve been meaning to watch it,” she says of Red Notice.
“I’m down with that. Ryan Reynolds, The Rock, and Gal Gadot. Can’t go wrong.”
“Right,” she smiles.
She places her laptop on the bed and brings the chair closer. I lean back on the bed. “You know I don’t bite, right?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asks playfully.
“I mean come on over here and lie on the bed with me,” I invite.
“Okay,” she says and moves slowly toward me. She climbs on the bed, which is a single and doesn’t have much space, and I take the laptop and move it between us.
“That’s better.”
“Yeah,” she agrees and just having her looking at me makes me want to claim those heart-shaped lips of hers.
My gaze lingers on them and when I look up to her eyes, I catch the bob in her throat and the way her gaze somehow seems to fixate on my lips.
“I didn’t come over here just to make out,” I say.
“So you’re admitting that you came here to make out,” she laughs.
“Maybe.” I lick my bottom lip.
She moves in closer. If she wants this, the first move has to come from her. She turns to her side and leans toward me. Our bodies are lined up with the laptop in the middle. Her head inches toward me and our lips come together slowly at first, but she kicks it up a notch when her tongue comes out to play and my hands wrap around her body, drawing her in closer to me. We kiss and it’s pure fire. The way her tongue moves with mine. Her arm comes around my body and we press together, her breasts against my chest. I rub my hand up and down her back and she moans into my mouth.
Both of us pant breathlessly. I’m hard as a fucking rock for her. It’s been a long while since I’ve been with anyone and I want her desperately, but I know if I just stole her first kiss she must be a virgin. The thought makes me nervous.
“Touch me,” she says.
I swallow hard. I want to so bad. I want to be touching her everywhere but does she really know what she’s getting with me?
“Poppy, I’m…”
“You’re what?” She pulls her head back and a crease forms between her brows.
“I just don’t have much to offer.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she snaps at me.
“Like a relationship or promises,” I say, feeling awkward.
“I didn’t ask you to make me promises,” she states.
“I went ahead and stole your first kiss. You waited long enough, probably for the perfect dude, and here I swept in and took it.”
“First of all. I wanted to kiss you. There was no stealing involved. And correct me if I’m wrong, but I feel chemistry between us.” She waves her hand between the two of us. “Feels really good.”
“It does feel good,” I groan.
“Then let’s continue to feel good. I didn’t hold out on my first kiss because I was waiting for the perfect guy. I was just waiting to want to kiss someone. And that didn’t happen before you. And before you go and flatter yourself, remember how overbearing my big brother can be. He basically shooed away every guy who came near me.”
“Speaking of Ryse. He is going to want to kick my ass if I touch you,” I remind her.
“That’s why he isn’t going to find out. Now where were we?” she says and she slowly brushes her lips against mine and then her tongue comes out and licks my bottom lip.
I growl and wrap my arms around her again. But this time we kiss hungrily and she presses her body into mine. She must feel how hard I am for her. Our lips entwine and then I turn her on her back and kiss down her neck. She makes sweet sounds as I move lower and when my hand comes up to her breast and kneads the right one, she moans. I lift her sweatshirt and kiss the milky skin on her stomach and then I move up to her bra and move it aside. My tongue sweeps over her right breast and then I move to her left breast. She presses her center against my cock and I feel like I want to blow my load already. Damn this girl.
“Declan,” she moans.
“Yes,” I ask softly.
“I need more,” she says.
“I know. Should I use my fingers?”
She nods. I move the laptop to the floor and slide my hand into her pants. When my fingers connect with her core, I find her so wet. Her hips move against my hand.
“I’m guessing you’ve never been touched before,” I say, watching her. She is so pretty, so perfect.
“No,” she says. “I mean. I’ve gotten myself off but this feels different.”
Thinking of her masturbating makes my dick pulse and I have to take a few slow breaths. My fingers slide back and forth along her seam and then I slide one finger inside and she cries out. Her eyes fly open.
“It’s okay. Just ride the feeling,” I urge her and I press a soft kiss to her lips. Her eyes lull shut again and I pick up the pace. Moving her juices around. Rubbing her clit. She pulsates beneath me and then she detonates. I draw out her orgasm as I use my thumb to rub her clit and pump a finger in and out of her.
When she comes down from her high, she falls limp and I gather her in my arms and hold her.
“That felt. . . good,” she says lazily, accentuating the word good. She makes me smile.