"Guess you know now."
The corner of his lips lifts, crinkling the skin around his eyes.
"Yes. I wasn’t happy to get stuck. I was terrified. But I'm thankful. Do you–"
"Yes."
"You don't even know what I want to ask you."
"Oh Poppy, do you want to keep kissing?" I mock.
In response, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me swiftly. "No. You are wrong. Do you want me to fuck you? That's what I wanted to ask you." There's a vindictive look in his eyes, too pleased with himself. He thrusts his hard cock against my belly, causing me to blush.
"Those blushes of yours are too special. I'm in love with them."
I freeze. I've definitely misheard that. Right...?
"Fuck." His hand softens against my waist. "I meant to wait to tell you. I don't want to frighten you. But now that the cat is out of the bag, might as well say it. I love you, Poppy. I really do. I know this is sudden but spending the day with youyesterday just made me realize how much this is right. I know you're the only one that will ever be that person for me. That might not be true for you so I'll stay for however long you want me. If you ever manage to feel that way about me, I'll make sure to make you happy for the rest of your life."
A faint smile grows and grows until it's a painful grin on my face.
"I love you too, Blake." Then I add, "and I definitely want you to fuck me."
He lowers his head, his breath brushing my neck. "So this is how you cope with these feelings, huh? Deflecting with humor."
I laugh, not wanting to admit he already knows me too much. Not wanting to admit I want him to know everything about me.
His teeth graze my neck before he starts kissing right on the sensitive spots on my neck. I hear a moan come out of my mouth. One of his hands slides upward, cupping my breast. He's quick to find my nipple, already aching, and rolls it between his fingers, enough to make me whimper.
Then he completely lets go.
"I've got to make the cookies," he grins. He's so delighted with himself.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't. Stop being a brat and help me out."
"Maybe I won't so you'll just have to punish me afterwards."
There's enough heat in his eyes to completely wet my underwear.
"Cookies first," he growls. "Don't forget your words later."
Chapter 9 - Poppy
"These cookies are so good, seriously!" Despite the huge amount of food I've eaten, I'm gobbling these cookies like a maniac. They're that good.
"I'll make sure I steal Carly's recipe so I can bake them for you later."
"Calm down! You're not stealing your sister's recipe. Make up your own!"
"As a Christmas gift?"
"You haven't even given me my gift!"
"I was just stuck for a full day in a college gym. I'll bring yours afterwards."
As Carly gets up to grab the kettle, Blake whispers, "Help me find a gift for her?"
