My possessive hands roamed down Poppy’s back. I rolled up the shirt so I could touch his bare skin. He was so warm and smooth that it made me feel like I was losing my mind. How could anyone be this soft?
And he’s mine. All mine.
Growling, I buried my face in Poppy’s delicate neck. I huffed his scent like a drug. It was stronger there, easier to access and get drunk on.
“You’re making me crazy,” I muttered against his skin.
He giggled, but it was edged with arousal. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re justyou,” I growled through my teeth. “Everything about you is addictive to me.”
His gentle hand trailed down the back of my neck. His fingers parted my hair and he lightly dragged his nails across my skin, making me shudder. That simple touch ignited my senses. I felt charged and electric, ready to burst.
As I kissed Poppy’s neck, he stroked my chest. Every new movement sparked like a current, and we found ourselves in a feedback loop of touch and mounting desire. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up and threw off my shirt into a random corner of the room. Just one less layer between me and Poppy.
“Should I take mine off, too?” he asked in a breathy voice.
A shiver of excitement darted over my skin. “Yeah.”
When our clothes were discarded and no fabric remained between us, I stared at Poppy’s bare chest. The smooth, pale planes of it were engraved on my memory, but my hands wanted a refresh. I placed my palms on his flat pecs, then roamed where I desired. I sighed in pleasure. The soft skin-on-skin contact was delectable.
The heat between my thighs rose to a fever pitch. I was fully tenting my underwear now, and when I dared to glance at Poppy’s lower half, I noticed his situation was the same. I swallowed thickly at the sight of his briefs stretched taut from his erection.
My head swam. For a long time, I hadn’t dared to think of Poppy and sexuality in the same breath. Except for a single sweet encounter a long time ago, we’d never been physically intimate. But this felt raw and real. Like something we both desperately needed.
I sat upright while Poppy lay sprawled like an angel against the sheets. He gazed up at me with so much fondness it felt like my heart might burst.
I was crazy about him.
Why, in my stupid mind, did I push him away? Why did I hurt Poppy for so long? I was a fucking idiot.
But tonight, I didn’t have to be.
I crawled forward so my hands were on opposite sides of Poppy’s shoulders and my face loomed above his. He smiled expectantly up at me.
My lust-rough growl ghosted across Poppy’s lips. “Anything you want. Tell me. I’ll doanythingfor you.”
Poppy’s eyes widened as my promise sank in. “Anything...?” he echoed. “Um... then, will you touch me?”
I let out a surprised huff of a laugh. “That was already on the docket, you doofus.”
He giggled. “Okay. Um...” He cast a demure glance down at his body, then met my gaze again. “Will you... kiss me all over?”
I almost snorted, thinking he was being silly again. But his request was sincere. And once I thought about it, kissing the entirety of Poppy’s body sounded like a damn good time.
“You got it,” I promised with a swift kiss to his lips.
I continued the line of kisses down from the corner of Poppy’s mouth, down his neck, up and down his collarbone and chest until I reached his soft tummy. He exhaled a content sigh as he relaxed into the bed, fully trusting me. I couldn’t just leave his belly without burying my face in it and petting it with my hands. I groaned as my face was enveloped by its unbelievable softness. Poppy wasn’t chubby, but he had more of a belly now than he did in our youth, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. Pressing my face into that tender flesh and breathing in his scent, uninhibited, was a dream come true.
When I’d had my fill—for now—I gave his belly one final kiss before descending to that silver trail beneath it. As my nose grazed the little patch of hair, I growled in anticipation. My heartbeat quickened, and the hot throb between my thighs cried out for relief.
Poppy made a cute sound each time I kissed down his happy trail. I grinned as I moved lower, eager to hear more of those adorable noises. Getting the opportunity to touch and kiss him this way brought me joy I hadn’t felt in ages, as if Poppy had unlocked a door that had been slammed shut in my soul. I was happier than a dragon sitting on his hoard.
Finally, the trail led to the prize. Poppy was hard. I leaned back to stare at it, twitching and ready to be touched. I swallowed back the saliva pooling in my mouth.
He was breathing hard as I brought my lips to the base of his shaft. As I pressed the first little kiss to his sensitive skin, he jolted.
“Ah...”
