I smile against her impossibly soft skin, intrigued. Poppy likes to be teased. Very, very interesting. And hot.
I look at her. Her eyes are closed, and she’s leaning her head back against the wall. Her chest heaves with the breath she takes. She’s breathing like she just ran a race.
A smug, satisfied feeling swoops through me as I grin. Poppy really,reallylikes it when I put my mouth on her body.
When she opens her eyes, they’re hazy. She’s so turned on right now.
“This is obscene,” she says.
I hold back a laugh. “Is it?”
“You’re groping me with your mouth against a wall in the middle of a crowded party.”
I can’t help but grin at the fiery flash in her eyes. She’s so damn defiant, even though she’s turned on.
I lower my face back down to hers and wiggle my eyebrows. “Come on now, Poppy. You’re acting like we’re having sex in front of everyone,” I tease. “We’re just a couple showing a little affection.”
I drop a whisper-soft kiss to the hinge of her jaw. She makes that whimpering noise again.
“Is that your spot, honey?”
She gasps softly when I gently scrape my teeth against her satin skin. “I…I…I think…maybe…”
I drag my mouth along the side of her neck. “How’s Brody boy doing?”
“Who?”
I chuckle softly against her shoulder. “Your ex. Is he still watching you?”
“Oh.” She swallows. Then looks over. “No. He’s leaving. He’s walking upstairs now.”
I lean back and grin at her. “Mission accomplished.”
She swallows again. I can’t help but stare, mesmerized by her delicate throat. The urge to run my tongue along her skin zooms through me, but I ignore it.
What I can’t ignore is how fun it is to tease Poppy. To see just how worked up she gets when I kiss her neck and throat and shoulder.
This is why I love hooking up with inexperienced girls from time to time. It’s so much fucking fun to see how easily theyunravel, to be the guy that guides them as they explore what exactly turns them on.
Except you’re not actually with Poppy. You’re fake dating her.
Disappointment flashes through me. But a second later, I get an idea.
We don’t even need to do it. Her ex is gone now.
But I want to. Because I can tell that just his presence in this house makes her uncomfortable, and I want him as far away from her as possible.
But also because I want to keep teasing her, touching her, pretending she’s mine.
I hold her gaze. “You want him out of here. I can tell.”
She nods.
“Then let’s go upstairs and pretend to fuck.”
Chapter 12
Poppy
