Page 43 of Glass
I don’t bother opening it. I figured Gabe wouldn’t be gone long. Hell, he probably left just long enough to eat and come back, hoping we would have caved.
I finish fixing Poppy a cold glass of water and return to the bedroom to find Poppy sitting up in the middle of the bed. The robe has started to slip down over one of her slim shoulders, revealing that there’s no shirt or bra strap beneath the blue cloth.
Fucking temptation.
“Here you go.” I stop at the edge of the bed to hand the water to her but quickly take an unreasonably large step back the second it’s in her hands. She tilts her head at me curiously as I retreat another step.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need anything else,” I tell her in a tight voice. I have to get the hell out of this room or I’m going to pounce on her. She’s too tempting. Too perfect.
Her mouth falls open as I nearly trip over my own damn feet in my rush to put space between us. I walk backward a few more steps before turning to leave the room, slamming the door behind me for good measure.
“Felix?” She calls, voice muffled by the door she yanks open a second later. I haven’t made it very far, and now I’m really damn embarrassed.
“Yeah?” I turn, making myself face her confusion. It’s not her fault that Fate cruelly gave me a perfect mate that doesn’t want me in return. It still hurts like hell to be wildly fucking attracted to her anyway.
She glances with uncertainty at her bare feet, and I follow her gaze to watch her wiggle her toes against the cool wood flooring. I didn’t notice before that her toenails are painted a delicate, light pink color. I stare at them long enough that she clears her throat to get my attention.
“Maybe you could come back to bed,” she says softly.
I bite down on my tongue to keep from saying anything right away. Surely she doesn’t mean that in the way my cock hopes she does.
She takes a tentative step closer to me, and I can tell from the way her forehead wrinkles that it’s no small effort for her to swallow her pride and approach me. “Please?” she adds, and I already know I’ll cave. Even if she wants to lay all over me, and I can’t do a damn thing to touch her, I’ll do it and enjoy every painful damn moment.
“Okay.” I close the distance between us, putting a hand on her back to nudge her back toward the bedroom. If we stand too closely for too long with her looking at me with that pleading gaze, I’m going to crack open and show her every possessive thought I’m having.
Including a few I’m desperately trying to bury about the potential merits of taking her home and holding her hostage until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.
I know it’s not right—but that doesn’t mean I haven’t considered it anyway.
We make it within a foot of the bed before Poppy digs her heels in. I let my hand fall away as she spins to face me. Resolve dances in her eyes as she wraps the tie of the robe around her hands. I have to swallow hard to force my saliva down, otherwise I’m at serious risk of drooling over her like a fool.
“We still have a lot of things to figure out,” she whispers.
“I know.” And so far, I don’t like any of the potential endings for this star-crossed lovers storyline we’re playing out in real life.
“I hated not being able to see you properly in the tent. Maybe before we risk our lives hunting down poachers…” She hesitates, tipping her head forward to let her hair fall protectively around her face. “Maybe we could have a do-over.”
My cock swells painfully against the zipper of my pants. “I don’t want a do-over,” I tell her in a gravelly voice. Her face starts to fall, but I have a hell of a lot more to say. “The first time with you was perfect. I wouldn’t change it for anything. But if you’re asking me to take you to bed again, Poppy, I would throw myself off the roof of this building before I ever told you no.”
Her features relax into a small smile.
“I don’t think such a serious vow is necessary.” She tugs the tie of the robe open and lets it fall over her shoulders, leaving her completely naked and exposed as sunlight streams in through the open windows. Thank fuck for the heavy tinting on the outside of the building because it means no one can see inside during the daytime and glimpse this slice of heaven on earth in front of me.
She looks up at me from between her eyelashes as she stands fully on display for me. Her breasts form perfect teardrops on her chest, drawing my eye down the smooth skin of her stomach. She rubs her legs together slightly as I take in the apex of her thighs.
I meant it when I said I didn’t want a do-over, but I’m so fucking ecstatic to actually see her clearly this time. The moonlight didn’t do her justice.
She runs a nervous hand over her hip. “I want to see you.”
I’ve never stripped out of my shirt faster. I toss it to the ground with her robe and groan in relief as I undo the clasp and zipper of my jeans. I wasn’t wearing underwear, and my cock springs free as I work the jeans over my hips.
I glance at Poppy to see her watching me intently, eyes staring unabashedly at my hard cock. Her pink tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, and my cock twitches for her.
I nearly fall over in my hurry to kick my pants off my feet.
“Get on the bed,” I growl at her. I can’t evenpretendto have any self-restraint; I’m desperate for her.
She turns to crawl across the bed, wiggling her delectable ass in my face like a tease. I fist my hand around my cock as I watch her exaggerate her movements much more than necessary. It’s a private show I would take every day for the rest of my life, and I know now it would never get old.