There is no way this won’t end badly. And I feel powerless to stop it.
But I’m damn well going to try.
“Dom,” she says softly, reaching up to brush my hair off my forehead. “I’ve missed you.”
A stab to my heart. So fucking sweet. This girl is going to be my demise.
Her fingers trail down my face, tracing over my jaw, her eyes hungry as she takes me in. It would be so easy to forget for just a moment why this is wrong. Why it can’t work. To dip my head down and taste those full, pouty lips. To slip my hand under her shirt and tease those nipples that are hard pebbles beneath the thin white fabric.
“I missed you too, baby,” I grit out, unable to take my eyes from her face. I swallow as she turns more to face me, so close, her mouth mere inches from mine.
Poppy takes my face in her hands and reaches up, dropping a feather-light kiss on my cheek. I feel my jaw tick with the insane amount of restraint it takes to remain still as she watches me with those big baby blues.
Her hands drop to my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear again. What she doesn’t realize is that I suddenly feel powerless against her. That after a lifetime of fighting it, seeing her tonight, having her here next to me, I don’t know if I’m able to fight the need that draws me to her. I always held onto control by a thin thread, and it feels like it’s about to snap with her soft, warm hands on my body.
If not for the fact we’re on a public train, I don’t know that I could keep it together, keep from devouring her. And I’m stupid enough to be taking her back to my apartment.
My eyes sear into hers, and her breathing becomes more labored, her chest heaving against mine, torturing me. Her eyes are dark with lust. It’s a fucking good thing she never looked at me like this when we were younger. I would have ruined her.
I lift my hand to her porcelain face, brushing my thumb over her lips then winding my fingers into her blonde waves. “You have no idea what’s going through my mind right now. I shouldn’t take you home with me.”
Poppy’s mouth parts on a gasp as she studies my face. “Tell me.”
I take her hand from my chest and press it against my raging hard-on, showing her exactly what I’m thinking, what she does to me. “You may regret agreeing to come with me.”
She shakes her head, licking her lips and crushing my last bit of resolve to do the right thing. Her hand tightens around my stiff cock, and I groan.
But her words completely do me in.
“Regret is the last thing I’m going to feel. I’ve wanted this as long as I can remember.”
Poppy
I want him so badly I can barely stand it. I’ve always wanted him. From the time our parents married when we were teenagers up until this very moment, part of me has dreamed of the day Dom would be more than just a fantasy.
I wasn’t sure it would ever come. But as my hand strokes up and down his hard length straining against his jeans, I know that day is today. I can’t even believe I’m having this effect on him. He is so hard. So big. It terrifies me and thrills me all at once.
His eyes go a little wild. “You want this?” he grits out.
I nod, my eyes dropping to his mouth. “So much.”
“Fuck, Poppy.” His eyes dart around the train as if he’s looking to see if anyone is watching.
I don’t even care if anyone is. That’s how desperate I am to have more of him. Right the fuck now.
I scrape my fingers down over his cock and smile in satisfaction when I feel it twitch beneath my hand. “You want it, too?”
His laugh is sharp with a touch of bitterness. “You have no idea, do you?” His eyes cloud over again.
“What?”
“This. This right here. I’ve wanted this from the moment I first saw you.”
I feel like a cartoon character whose eyes bug from their head. “Come on, Dom. Be serious.”
An intensity grips him, and he takes my jaw in his hand. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I tried to
stay away from you, Poppy. I knew it was wrong. That’s why I left. I couldn’t resist you anymore, and I knew if I stuck around I would mess everything up.”