My attention still returns to her. The confident way she carries herself draws me in, her long legs and the tempting as fuck shade of red on her lips only adding to the sex appeal.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, her voice soft like silk.
“Observing,” I correct with a smirk.
She pushes off the wall, closing on me. The sound of her sophisticated black heels clicking against the floor echoes in the confined space. I can picture her in those heels and nothing else.Now that’s a perfect plan.
I’ve forgotten how to breathe as she drags a manicured finger down my chest. “Observing, huh?”
I grab her wrist, stopping the movement of her hand. Her breath hitches, and her bright green eyes find mine.
“Poppy,” I rasp, her nickname tasting like a warning but coming out as a plea.
She closes her eyes, and I take that as my cue. My hand slides to her waist, bringing her against me as I lean in and capture her mouth with mine. We meet with a fierceness that matches the fire burning in my chest. She tastes sweeter than before, if that’s even possible.
Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging at the strands, making me moan. I push her into the mirrored wall, my hand wandering lower, my hardening erection pressing against her stomach. She makes a muffled sound in her throat, a mix between a gasp and a growl.
“If we were truly alone, with no cameras around, you’d be riding my fingers right here, right now,” I whisper breathlessly against her lips. “Fuck, sweetness, you’ve no idea how much I need you.”
“Then show me.”
The elevator dings, signaling we’ve reached my floor.
“Perfect timing,” I mutter, and she steps away, smoothing down her dress. Her lipstick is smudged, just enough to make me feel possessive.I fucking did that.
“Seems you aren’t as unshakable as I thought,” she teases.
“And you’re every bit as dangerous to my sanity as I expected.”
Poppy laughs and steps out into the hallway, the sway of her hips as hypnotic as her taste still lingering on my lips.
I catch up with her, one arm snaking around her waist as I lead us to my door. Once inside, I push Poppy against it with a soft thud.
“Look at you, a work of art. Pinned right where you should be.”
“Less talking, more doing,” she moans, her hands sliding down while she leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw and down to my neck. “Show me what’s under this suit.”
The raw desire in her voice does something to me. My fingers work on taking off the jacket as she pulls at the fabric underneath, tearing my dress shirt open.
“Holy shit,” she says, gawking. Her gaze is intense on my chest covered in ink. “If I’d known all those tattoos were waiting for me, I would’ve gotten you naked much sooner.”
Hearing the admiring words coming from her makes my cock harden more. It’s useless to hide the way she affects me.
Poppy’s gaze drops down, a stunned laugh slipping out. “I thought I was imagining your size in the elevator, but it’s really thathuge.”
“You think so?” I tease, my fingers brushing against her cheek, then tracing the outline of her lips with my thumb.
“Oh, we both know so,” she murmurs. “You’re from my wildest fantasies.”
Planting my lips on hers, I devour her and swallow every moan while undoing my belt.
“You’re seriously testing my sanity,” I pant between kisses, undressing her as my pants drop to the floor, leaving me in a pair of well-fitted black boxer briefs.
“Good,” she whispers when my lips move to her throat. “That’s my main goal. To make you lose control and use me tonight.”
“Fuck, I love when you talk dirty to me, Poppy.”
Her dress pools at her feet and I take a moment to admire how breathtaking she is.
