“Of course it was.”
“I love modern dance. Hip-hop, contemporary…all of it. And I love creating the dance. I think…I think Maddox just offered me an opportunity I didn’t know I needed, so yeah, I’m going to do it.”
I turn, one hand gripping her hip, the other slapping the wall next to her head. “Then it’s a good thing I made the decision I did. Eight weeks without your face would be hell. Now, we’ll be on tour together.” My mouth slants over hers, and I stroke my tongue over her lips. Her hands wind around me, gripping me close as we lose ourselves in each other. When we pull away, we’re panting and breathless. “Move in with me.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “No.”
I want to argue, but the elevator doors slide open, interrupting us. Instead, I peck her nose with a quick kiss and make it my personal mission to get that yes before the night is over.
***
It’s going on ten when we enter my apartment. Casey begged for Noah for the night, and I wanted uninterrupted time with Poppy. It was a no-brainer to accept her offer.
When the door closes behind us, I’m on her, stripping her of her coat, tossing it somewhere across the room. Tugging at the hem of her dress, until it vanishes as well. I devour her hungry moans as I tweak her peaked nipple.
My need for her is relentless and insatiable. The burning desire to be near her, next to her, inside her never recedes until I’m buried so deep that I don’t know where I begin and she ends. Just like my heart. She owns it. Every cracked, imperfect piece belongs to her. It’s bruised and battered, but it’s hers to hold or crush.
My lips trail over her skin as I mumble all the ways I want her. All the ways I need her. Her chest rises and falls as she pants and begs for me to keep going.
Her head thumps against the door as I flick my tongue across her nipple, then suck it deep into my mouth. My eyes close, relishing the taste of her flesh, the feel of her soft skin against my tongue. Wanting fingers travel lower, skimming her belly, dipping into the lace covering her heat, then inside her.
A minute passes before her sweet pleas spill past her luscious lips. “Jagger,” she whispers as her core flutters around my digits.
Knowing she’s close, I slow the pace, keeping her on the edge without letting her fall. “Move in with me.”
When she shakes her head, my hand leaves her body, and I toss her over my shoulder. In seconds, she’s tossed onto my bed, and I’m crawling over her body. Pebbles erupt over her scalding flesh as I lick and nibble every inch of her. Her back arches. Soft moans turn to echoing pleas while I taunt and tease everywhere, yet never long enough to provide relief.
“Jagger, please. I need to come.”
“Give me what I want, Halfpint.” I flick her clit, then suck long enough for her to cry out. “These are the rules.”
“Y-you…Oh God, right there.” I chuckle, leaving her clit, to bite her mound. “Dammit,” she hisses. “You shouldn’t weaponize sex.”
I rest my chin on her pelvis, my eyes traveling to meet hers. Lazily, I brush my fingers over her breast, circling her taut peaks, watching with fascination as they draw tighter still. “I will weaponize whatever the fuck I need to get my way. Including sex.” I roll the hard bud between my fingers and watch her lashes flutter. “And your orgasms are my hostage. Now. Give. Me. What. I. Want.”
“This is incredibly manipulative.”
“Don’t care, Halfpint. I want you. Every second of every day. Here with me. I want to fall asleep with my head between your legs and wake up inside you.” I thrust three fingers into her tight pussy to drive home my point.
Her head thrashes back and forth, still fighting what I know she wants as badly as I do. “Too fast, Jagger. Everything. Don’t want to mess it up.”
“It will make it better. Not worse.” My fingers curl, beckoning her climax to me.
“You and Noah—”
“Will be better with you. He loves you as much as I love you.”
She gasps. Convulsions tighten her muscles, drawing her spine toward the ceiling. Her core clamps down, pulsing around my fingers. Screams bounce off the walls, echoing around me. My name over and over.
Did she just come from me saying I love you?
I stare at her, slack-jawed. Her eyes are misty when they meet mine. I pull my fingers away and drag myself up her body. “What was that, Halfpint?”
“You said I love you,” she whispers.
My brows pitch low, confused as hell. Sweat-soaked strands cling to her face. I brush them aside, then stroke her cheek. “You know I love you, Poppy.”
“But you haven’t said it yet.”
