Poppy looks up at me through those thick lashes, and that small smile that plays on her lips immediately has my dick stirring.
“What’s that look?” I arch a brow.
“I had other plans…” is all she says.
“Oh yeah?” My hand moves from her shoulder, down her back, stopping just shy of her ass, and leaning in, I graze the shell of her ear with my lips. “What plans did you have,baby?”
I don’t miss the way her eyes flare at the word. Baby. So simple, yet so effective.
Craning up, she whispers in my ear, “I want to… return the favor.”
“Oh yeah?” I bite back a smirk.
She nods. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Have you now?”
Again, she moves in close enough to whisper, “My panties are ruined…”
Fuuuuck. “Well,” I say, clearing my throat and looking around while trying to inconspicuously adjust myself in my pants. “Room service it is.”
CHAPTER 31
POPPY
By the time we get back to the hotel, there’s a swarm of people waiting, lined up outside.
“Fuck’s sake,” Brookes mutters under his breath.
“Fans?”
He glances at me from across the backseat, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah. I was starting to think they’d ditched me for good.”
I smile.
“But talk about shitty timing…” he murmurs, shifting awkwardly, and it’s only then that I notice the massive bulge in his pants. “I’ve been painfully hard since you told me about your panty situation,” he whispers.
I cringe because I cannot believe I told him that. Who am I?
“Don’t go all shy on me now, Pops,” Brookes says lowly, leaning in and grazing my heated cheek with his lips.
As we hop out of the car, Brookes is swallowed by the mob, and I stand off to the side, out of the way, watching on as he smiles for photos, signs ball caps and t-shirts and magazines, working the crowd like a pro before security swoops in and manages to move everyone on before escorting us inside the safety of the hotel.
When we finally make it to the suite, I don’t even have a chance to compose myself before Brookes is on me, pinning me back against the door, his lips claiming mine in the sort of kiss that steals my breath.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tight, a moan slipping out of me which he swallows greedily. His hand falls from my cheek, trailing down over the swell of my breast, following the curve of my waist and hips before finding my thigh and wrapping around it. He lifts my leg and nestles in even closer, and when he thrusts his hips, I suck in a gasp at the feel of his erection grinding against my core.
“Feel that?” Brookes grits against my mouth.
Clamping my bottom lip between my teeth, I stifle my moan. “Mmmhmm.”
With the pad of his thumb, he traces the curve of my mouth, forcing my lip free. “You ready for me to fuck this pretty little mouth with it?”
My eyes flare at his filthy words, and despite the momentary panic that beats in my chest, my core aches. “Yes.”
Brookes’ smirk is menacing as he pulls back, staring down at me with fire in his eyes. But suddenly, the moment is interrupted by a vibrating coming from his pants pocket, and with a muttered string of expletives, he closes his eyes and pulls his phone out, the screen lit up with a call.
“It’s just Cam and Blake,” he huffs. Cupping my cheek, he grazes my lips with his as he mutters, “I’ll call ’em back.”
