Sam chuckled and tossed the box in the drawer, one of those cost-efficient condoms in hand. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand, he shrugged it off, revealing the rest of his perfect body. Abs for days, a lithe, lean swimmer’s body, smooth chest, and a furry little happy trail that had her ready to sink back down to her knees so she could run her face along it.
It should be illegal for any man to look this good.
Poppy watched as Sam rolled the condom down his thick shaft, which hadn’t flagged in the least throughout their banter. If anything, he was even harder than he’d been during the blow job she’d been giving him.
Too eager to wait, Poppy crawled to the side of the bed, wiggling around until her butt was perched on the edge, toes barely touching the floor. When she spread her legs wide, Sam eagerly stepped between them. The bed was higher than most, putting her body at the perfect height.
Poppy shifted her hips a little, leaning back some as he slipped his hands under her knees, spreading her even further. With his hands busy, she wrapped her fingers around him, teasing the head up and down her folds. Her moan of anticipation turned into full-throated gasp as he slid in deep. She could feel him all the way down to her soul.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “That feels so good.”
She was practically hyperventilating by the time Sam bottomed out inside her, touching places that had never been touched before. Then he stayed there until she could feel him throbbing inside her. She expected him to start thrusting—because she was more than ready—but instead, Sam carefully wrapped her legs around his hips, making sure she had her ankles locked there before leaning forward to kiss her.
The tenderness of the kiss was the perfect complement to the intensity of him being inside her—soft and hard at the same time. She soon got lost in the sensation of his tongue tracing her lips, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, and wondering where that amazing mouth would go next. Then Sam started to move and thinking became impossible.
He thrust slowly to start, pulling back just a little before plunging back in. Each pump of his hips did something crazy to her, sending deep seismic shocks through her core, building and building until Poppy thought she might shake apart.
Then he found her clit with his thumb, pressing down firmly at the same time. There were no words to describe it. Having the most sensitive part of her body massaged at the same time he pumped deep inside her was beyond amazing.
It was impossible to tell where her orgasm started, deep inside where his shaft was hitting her G-spot, or at her clit, which his thumb was deliciously teasing. Either way, the spasm of pleasure burst out of her so wildly that she screamed without sound, her entire body locking up at once as her mind overloaded and went into reset mode.
Sam held her through her whole climax, one big hand around the back of her neck, the other splayed wide on her stomach, that thumb of his doing horribly wonderful, nearly evil, totally delightful things to her clit.
She was beating a rhythmic tattoo on his lower back with her heels when he suddenly picked her up. The next thing she knew, her back was against the wall near the door and Sam was pounding into her like he was possessed.
And it was spectacular.
Poppy wrapped tighter around him and held on like a Koala in a typhoon, burying her face in his shoulder and enjoying the moment. It was like something from a dream. A very sexy, X-rated dream. Or maybe something from one of the steamier romance novels she loved to read even as she told herself they were complete BS.
But this was real.
Oh, man, was it real.
She didn’t quite have another orgasm. But when Sam slammed deep into her and groaned out his own climax, she definitely experienced a moment nearly as good as one. Everything inside her locked around him, and she swore she could feel his heat pouring into her even though he was wearing a condom.
A minute passed.
Or maybe it was an hour.
But at some point, Sam pulled back to look at her, his smoldering gaze locking on hers. It was too soon for the words, but if she was of a mind to say them, she would have been serious, and they would have been oh-so-very real.
“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he whispered, his breath warm against her face as he continued to hold her firmly against the wall.
She smiled and kissed him. “Yes. Just a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact. But feel free to say it as often as you like.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Poppy was so nervous she was practically bouncing on the seat of Sam’s truck, toes tapping the floor in time with the song on the radio, her right hand repeatedly gripping and releasing the door handle. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam glance her way occasionally, like he was worried she was going to shove open the door and jump out.
“You know, there’s no reason for you to be worried,” he said with a smile in her direction. “My mom and dad—as well as everyone else—are going to absolutely love you.”
“I wish I could be as sure of that as you are.”
Poppy wished she wasn’t so worried about the party. It wasn’t like her. She hadn’t worried about what people thought of her in years. Not since she was a little kid and realized she’d never be like everyone else.
But everything was different with Sam. This past week with him had been amazing. They’d spent every night together going out to eat, jogging, walking along the beach, or hanging out on the couch binging shows on Netflix. It didn’t matter what they did, as long as they did it together. Sam ended up spending so much time at her place that he hadn’t even opened most of the boxes sitting in the middle of his living room. He simply walked over in the morning to grab a fresh uniform and head straight to base from there.
The wild thing was that in all the time they’d spent together, they’d yet to run out of things to talk about. It was crazy how comfortable she was with him. And while she wasn’t ready to use the L word in regard to what they had because it was way too early for that, she’d admit that sometimes, in the middle of the night, while she was gazing up at the ceiling in the darkness while he slept beside her, she could truly see herself making a life with him.
“Just relax and be yourself,” Sam said for the third time since they’d gotten in his truck.
He probably thought he was being helpful, so how could she tell him that being herself might be the worst advice he could ever give? Especially since considering she had a long track record of people not being very impressed with Poppy McCoy.
He reached out to take her hand. “Poppy, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, not even my parents. I know what I have with you. Nothing else is important.”
She smiled at him, relaxing a little. “That makes me feel better, but I still want to make a good impression on your family and your Teammates. I know how close you are with them.”
Sam’s smile faded as he turned his attention back to the road. Crap, had she said the wrong thing?
She squeezed his hand, but didn’t say anything, instead thinking about what she’d say when she met his mother and father. As worried as she was about everyone else, Sam’s parents had her petrified. Somehow, she needed to simply bowl them over.
Poppy was so focused on coming up with a list of things she should remember to say to them that she didn’t realize they’d arrived at his parents’ home until he pulled into the driveway. Sam was around and helping her out the truck before she had a chance to start hyperventilating too badly. Giving her a smile, he placed a warm hand on her lower back as they walked toward the porch, a tray of fudge brownies they’d made for the cookout in her hand.