Grinning, he shuts the door, walks to the table to place his wallet down, and looks back at me, still standing in the doorway.
“I am delusional. You know what I’ve been doing these past couple of nights?”
I shake my head.
“I’ve been jacking off to visions of your pussy wrapped around my cock instead of my hand. Ever heard the saying ‘you bring about what you think about’?” He wiggles his brows. “I’m good at it.”
He stalks closer and grabs my hand to remove my wristlet as he leads me into the room. Setting it on the table alongside his wallet,he continues, “I’m ready to make those visions a reality… right after I feast on your pussy until you’re begging me for it. How does that sound?”
I gulp. I breathe. I open my mouth and close it—unsure what to say. The conversation on the way here gave me no chance to be nervous, but the minute the door clicked shut and the reality of what we’re here to do kicked in, the nerves hit full force.
But uttering those words in that seductive tone, putting the images in my head—I’m once again putty in his hands and nodding in acceptance.
Braden
She froze the second we entered the room. My little mouse will be fun to coax out of her shell. Not that it’s difficult with how she responds. Fuck, my words alone make her weak in the knees. Their effect on her is obvious in the flashes of desire that play out on her features.
She’s stunning in the floor-length fitted gown. Her hair is up, showcasing her slender neck that I want to devour. I’m looking forward to dirtying up my wholesome little librarian, that’s for sure. But first things first.
“I’m gonna need more than a nod of your head. Are you ready for me to have my way with you?”
“Yes,” she says softly.
“Are you on birth control and been tested recently?”
She hesitates, her brows shifting in confusion as if the question is odd. “Uh…. Yes?”
“You don’t sound very sure. I have, and I’d like to forgo condoms if you’re okay with that, but I need you to elaborate.”
It’s strange, I usually wrap up automatically, but this one’s fucking with me, and all I can think about is feeling her without a barrier between us. But only if I’m confident there won’t be repercussions.
She jerks her head once up and down. “I get the shot, and I’m 100% STD free.”
“Does that mean you’re good with no protection?”
“Yes?” Her answer comes out as another question, and that’s not good enough.
“Poppy,” I say sternly.
“Yes. No protection. That’s fine.”
“You act like you’ve never had this conversation. Does no one ask you first?”
“Not… usually.”
“Have you always used condoms then?”
She takes a second before answering, making me wonder why this is so hard for her. “This will be the first time without a condom.” She smiles like she’s proud.
Fuck. If that isn’t the icing on the motherfucking cake.
“In that case, I’m ready to see if you’re as sweet as I’ve imagined.” I lead her further into the room and spin her around to face the bed. I bend down to place a kiss on her bare shoulder, trailing every inch of skin on the way to her ear, feeling her break out in goose bumps.
I whisper, “And I’ll finally find out if our first toast was accurate.”
“I didnottoast to that,” she protests adorably.
I chuckle behind her.
