Page 23 of Resisting His Charm
“You’re welcome. Holler if you want anything.” The waitress walks away.
“You don’t like beer, do you?” Poppy says.
“I prefer whiskey,” I tell her.
“You could have said something when I ordered it.”
“If I wanted to, I would have. I like it fine.” I pick up the bottle and take a swig to prove a point. Then I cut into the steak and bring a forkful to my mouth. “It’s good,” I tell Poppy.
“It is,” she says, cutting into her own steak. “So, did you really fly all the way out here just to get into my panties? I’ve been to Vegas. That city isn’t short on vaginas.”
“I like yours.” I grin, remembering just how fucking much.
Poppy’s smile widens. “I’m pretty sure my vagina likes you too,” she says.
“Yeah? prove it.”
“How?”
“Open your legs.” My hand lands on her bare thigh. “I want to see just how much your pussy likes me.”
Poppy looks around the bar. No one is paying us any attention anymore. Besides, no one can see where my hand is or what it’s about to do. I slide it up farther, waiting for her to spread her legs.
When her legs widen, I lean in, my mouth against her ear. “Good girl. Now, am I going to find you nice and wet for me?”
“Drenched,” she whispers.
I slip fingers underneath her panties and slide them through her wet folds. She’s not lying. She is fucking drenched.
“You’re fucking soaked,” I grunt. “Are you always this horny?”
“No, I told you my vagina likes you.”
“If I get you off right here, right now, are you going to be able to stay quiet?” I ask, pushing two fingers into her opening.
“Here? We can’t.” She shakes her head.
I pull my hand back.
“Wait.” Poppy grips my arm. “I mean, we can…” She blinks at me. “Please.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I fucking like her begging. “You should know, if you ask me for something, I’m going to give it to you,” I warn, slipping my fingers back under her panties and right into her opening.
“Oh, thank god,” Poppy moans under her breath.
“Remember, if anyone hears you, I will have to remove their ears from their heads.”
“That seems like it would be messy,” she says.
“It is.”
“Oh god.” Her eyes close and her fingers grip on to my forearm as I pump in and out of her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper against her ear. “I love watching you come.”
“I like you making me come,” she huffs out.
“Perfect match then. Are you going to come for me, Poppy?”
