Page 67 of Resisting His Charm
“When was the last time you slept?” I ask Poppy.
“Why? Do I look tired to you, Sammie?” She rolls her eyes again.
“Well, my sister warned me never to tell a woman she looks tired so I know the right answer here is no. But, like I said, I don’t lie and the dark circles under your eyes let me know how tired you are.”
“You should listen to Imogen. She’s smarter than you,” Poppy fires back.
“She is.” I smile. “So, where’s the bedroom? Let’s go sleep on this and we can continue the argument when we wake up. Because I gotta be honest, babe, I haven’t slept much since you left either.”
“You haven’t?” Poppy’s expression softens a fraction. “Actually, I don’t care.” She turns around and walks down a small hallway.
Following her, I stop at the threshold to the bathroom she entered, watching as she switches on the tap and washes her face. “You don’t care?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t have left.”
“You didn’t leave because of me. You left because of a lie,” I remind her.
Poppy doesn’t say anything. She picks up a towel and dries her face before turning and shoving me backwards as she walks out of the bathroom. “I’m sure you can afford a hotel, Sammie. Go and find one. Because you’re right. I am tired and I’m going to bed.”
I follow her into a bedroom. Her bedroom. When she gets into the bed, she pulls the covers over her. As much as I want to climb in beside her, I shouldn’t…
“Fuck it,” I growl as I pull the shirt over my head and kick off my shoes.
“What the hell are you doing?” Poppy asks, her eyes wide.
“Getting into bed with my girlfriend.” I pull the blanket back and climb in next to her.
Once I’m lying down, I reach out and pull her against me. She pushes at my shoulder, but I don’t let her go.
“Relax. Just close your eyes and sleep. Please. You can go back to pretending to hate me in the morning over breakfast.”
Poppy’s body relaxes. “I’m going to figure out how to get rid of you in the morning.”
“Okay.” I laugh, pressing my lips against her forehead. “I missed this,” I whisper as I hold her tight against me. She doesn’t respond, but she does snuggle in closer.
I slept like a fucking log. I haven’t slept that well in… since she left. Thankfully, when I wake up this time, she’s still in my arms. I roll her over. As much as I want to wake her up with my mouth on her pussy, I can’t do that until I know she’s really back in this with me. Which is why I settle for peppering her face with kisses—very PG-level kisses.
“Argh, what are you doing?” Poppy swats at my face, trying to get me away.
“Kissing my girlfriend good morning,” I tell her.
Poppy surprises me by taking hold of my face and pressing her lips against mine. Her tongue slides into my mouth, circling around. I groan as my hips press into her core. My dick already hard and begging to sink into the heaven between her legs.
“Fuck.” I move my lips away from her mouth, trailing them down her neck. “I really fucking missed this.”
“For future reference…” Poppy pushes at my shoulders, and I roll over. “When you do actually have a girlfriend, that’s how you kiss her good morning.” Poppy climbs out of bed. “I hopemy morning breath was utterly disgusting and made you want to vomit.”
“I fucking love your morning breath. There isn’t a damn thing about you that would ever make me want to vomit,” I tell her.
“You barely even know me yet, Sammie. Give it time,” Poppy grumbles.
I can’t help but smile wider. She saidyetandgive it time, which means she isn’t done with me. That’s all I need to know.
Jumping out of bed, I grab hold of her and throw her back down on the mattress, covering her body with mine. Poppy lets out a squeal but her legs open, allowing me to position my body between them.
“What the hell are you doing?” she huffs.
“Giving my girlfriend agood morningorgasm,” I tell her.
