“Guys, hush!” Poppy growls as Nut and Juice dance around, probably worried about their mama. “I’m fine!”
“Protective little monsters,” I point out, and she lets out a beleaguered sigh. “I like it.”
Poppy smiles then, getting up and tugging on my hand. I nod, dumbstruck, as she pulls me by a willing hand to her bedroom. When we get there, she shoos the whining Pomeranians out, closing her door to give us privacy. They must not be too upset because an instant later, I hear their nails clicking as they walk back down the hall to the living room, probably to go lie in their shared dog bed.
“With my luck, I’ve got twenty minutes tops until they come looking for me again, or need to go out, or want a treat, so get naked.” Poppy goes for the button of her jeans, hastily undoing it and shoving the denim down her thighs to reveal an adorable set of red-striped granny panties with an elf on the right hip.
“It’s not Christmas,” I murmur as I watch her quick striptease.
“What?” Poppy says, kicking off her shoes and trying to get out of her jeans without falling over. “So help me, if you only have sex once a year on Christmas or some shit like that, I will put twinkle lights on the tree over there or buy some eggnog later, but right now, get naked.”
“No, your . . .” I am not going to say panties. Or undies. That word on a man’s tongue is just . . . not happening. As I pull my shirt over my head, I settle for, “Elf.”
Poppy looks down, realization dawning. “Haven’t done laundry, but you can totally stuff my stocking.” Her eyes go wide. “Oh, my God, that was so bad. Pretend that didn’t happen. Pretend I’m not a writer who gets paid to write sexy dirty talk.” She shakes her head, and under her breath, I swear I hear her say, “At least I didn’t talk about breeding this time.”
“What?” My fingers freeze on the button of my jeans.
“Oh, nothing. Book stuff.” When I don’t move, she adds, “I’m on birth control. I swear.”
Hell, I don’t know if I’d stop even if she did start spouting some weird breeding talk. It’s not my thing, but if it’s hers, I could make it work.
Thankfully, I don’t have to, and once I’m naked as instructed, we simply look at each other for a long moment.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, loving the way her whole body flushes in response. “Lie down.”
She backs into the queen-size bed and sits down before spreading out. I follow her, taking the two steps to the bedside, and stand over her. Her hair is a messy red halo, her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are sparkling brightly. She wants me.
And I want her. I want to trace her curves with my hands, find all the secret spots that drive her wild, and feel her surround my cock with velvet.
But first, I run a rough hand up her calf, tugging her knees apart and studying the way she bites her lip as I get between them. “What’s wrong?” I ask as I see something change in her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. It’s just . . . nobody’s ever looked at me with so much intensity,” she says, swallowing. “You make me feel sexy.”
“You are sexy,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and between her legs to kiss up the insides of her thighs.
Softly, I tease her flesh, kissing my way up Poppy’s legs until I’m almost at her pussy. I inhale her, and the sweet scent makes my head swim
Forget the rush of crime . . . this is more addictive.
Maybe, but for now I kiss her center, teasing and tasting her and listening to her reactions. I slip my tongue into her folds and am rewarded with a burst of wetness that has my cock pulsing precum onto the sheets underneath me.
I memorize every bit of her as I explore her body, my fingers holding her legs apart until I find the pearl at the top. And like the thief I am, I steal it from her with my tongue, wrapping and fluttering, watching with greedy eyes as she cries out, her hands balled up in the sheets as she surges into my mouth.
“Fuck, Connor, right there. Oh, fuck . . . oh, fuck!” she shouts, her eyes rolling up as I stroke her clit and watch her. I bring her up, higher and higher, until I can’t hold back any longer.
With a growl of hunger and greedy desire, I let go of her thighs to rise up, nocking myself at her entrance and pressing into her. Poppy cries out, tugging on my neck and kissing me even before I can thrust forward, and our moans are swallowed between us as I fill her.