It’s so rough and desperate-sounding, and I want to hear him do that again and again.
I don’t know how long we stand there and kiss. It feels like it could be minutes.
He suddenly pulls away, and my lips feel cold. I run my tongue along my bottom lip, aching for more.
I stare up at him, certain that my eyes look like two big saucers. But I can’t help it. I’m dizzy after that kiss, and he didn’t even use his tongue.
His eyes are dazed as he looks at me. He blinks, and the focus in his gaze returns along with something sharp and hot.
He traces his fingertip along the hinge of my jaw, then asks me the hottest question I’ve ever been asked.
“You want my tongue now, honey?”
Chapter 24
Nick
Igaze down at Poppy, her pretty hazel eyes blown out completely.
Damn, she’s cute when she’s flustered.
Her eyes are huge, her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing hard, like she’s barely holding it together.
I’m the same way. That kiss made me lightheaded. Her insanely soft lips, her sweet smell, feeling her body press against mine…
Everything was too much and just perfect.
I want more. So does she, judging by that desperate look in her eyes.
So when she nods at my question, I don’t waste any time. I press my lips against hers and slowly part her lush lips with my tongue. I swoop my tongue through her sweet mouth and groan. Fuck, she’s so soft and so wet and so warm and so sweet…
She reaches up and claws at my chest, whimpering into my mouth.
Oh fuck, that sound.
My cock twitches in my pants. The things I would do to hear her make that sound again, but this time in my bed, with a lot less clothes on…
She softly nips my bottom lip, and my knees buckle.
Holy shit, that’s sexy.
Seems like this good girl likes to get a little rough. My balls tighten.
She teases her tongue against mine, harder now. This kiss is getting more desperate by the second, and that’s gonna be a problem because I’m standing in front of three hundred people while I’m half-hard?—
“That’s quite enough, you two,” Dean Morrison booms.
His stern voice gets rid of my boner instantly. Poppy and I break apart, and I clear my throat while straightening my tie.
I raise an eyebrow at Poppy, who’s biting her bottom lip like she’s flustered. I wink at her. We both got carried away and practically made out in front of a good chunk of the student body, but I don’t care. Getting to French kiss Poppy Wylder was fucking worth it.
I lead her off the stage while Dean Morrison gives his closing remarks. When he finishes, the music plays again. Everyone heads to the dance floor.
“Wanna dance?” I ask.
Poppy beams at me and nods yes. For a minute, I hold her close as we sway together on the dance floor, the air between us sparking.
“So that kiss,” she finally says.
