Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
I immediately leaned closer, brushing my lips against Poppy’s ear as I murmured, “If anyone here asks me to massage your hips in front of strangers, I’m going to lose it.”
She laughed again and turned her head, kissing my cheek gently. “Colter?”
“Yeah?”
“You realize you’re already doing the most important part, right?”
I arched a brow slightly, feeling both curious and cautious. “What’s that?”
She smiled softly, warmth radiating from her expression. “Showing up.”
I huffed quietly, my voice gruff as I muttered, “Baby, I showed up because if I didn’t, you’d let some idiot like that guy over there try to help you breathe.”
She relaxed back into me again, contentment radiating from her.
Surrounded by pastel-colored walls, yoga mats, and a room full of expectant dads who looked seconds away from fainting every time someone said “cervix,” realization crashed over me. I’d fought wars for my club, handled millions of dollars without blinking, and buried enemies without losing sleep. But holding Poppy, feeling our son kicking beneath my palm…that was the most terrifying and best thing that had ever happened to me.
The instructor’s next words jolted me from my thoughts. “Partners, place your hands on the mother’s hips and apply firm pressure.”
Poppy glanced up at me, mischief dancing in her eyes. “You heard the lady.”
I stared down at her, desire already tightening my body. “If I start touching your hips like that, we’re not making it out of this room. Then I’ll have to kill people for hearing and seeing things that are only mine.”
I was only half joking, and she knew it. But she still giggled.
My hands tightened involuntarily on Poppy’s hips, heat streaking through my veins as I struggled not to picture her stretched out naked beneath me instead of sitting on this damn yoga mat. She shifted subtly, pressing herself more firmly into the cradle of my body, and I gritted my teeth against a low groan threatening to escape.
Drawing a deep breath, I reluctantly followed the instructor’s gentle command and slowly pressed firm pressure against Poppy’s hips, feeling her muscles relax beneath my touch. She leaned back into me, her hair brushing across my chest and filling my senses with the scent of coconut shampoo. The gesture was innocent enough, but my body reacted immediately, and my jeans grew uncomfortably tight.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling mischievously, clearly aware of the effect she was having on me.
“You good?” she asked, her voice pitched for my ears alone.
“You’re playing with fire, baby,” I warned under my breath, squeezing her hips gently in emphasis. My fingers flexed against her soft skin, making it clear exactly what kind of trouble she was causing.
Poppy’s lips curled into a teasing little smile, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Am I?”
“Keep it up, and I’ll drag you to the nearest empty room and show you.” I leaned down so my lips brushed the sensitive skin just behind her ear. She shivered lightly in response, a quiet gasp slipping from her lips.
From across the room, the instructor called out more directions in an almost musical tone, guiding couples through positions that seemed far too intimate for a public setting. Poppy shifted again, brushing the curve of her ass more firmly against my already straining erection.
“Fuck,” I hissed softly, my voice strained with the effort it took to stay in control. “You’re killing me here.”
Her laughter made my heart thump harder as she turned her head slightly to whisper, “Is it wrong I’m enjoying this so much?”
“Just remember, payback’s a bitch.” My tone was a low, heated promise. “Keep teasing me like this, and I won’t be responsible for what happens when we get home.”
She smiled sweetly, her cheeks flushed with color as she leaned her head back to rest against my shoulder. Her hand found mine where it rested on her hip, fingers entwining with mine, giving a gentle squeeze. The tender gesture nearly broke the last shreds of my control.
The instructor’s soothing voice brought me sharply back to reality as she guided everyone to relax again, murmuring about breathing patterns and positions to ease discomfort. I forced my attention back to the class, mentally counting to ten and thinking about anything other than how perfect it would feel to lift Poppy into my arms, carry her from this place, and show her exactly how much I wanted her.
After another eternity, the instructor finally wrapped up the session, her cheerful voice cutting through the room. Couples began to rise slowly, stretching and talking quietly among themselves. I helped Poppy to her feet, my hands lingering possessively at her waist, and guided her toward the exit without another glance at the others.
She shot me a teasing look over her shoulder, laughter in her eyes. “You sure got quiet there at the end.”
“Trying not to embarrass us both by throwing you over my shoulder in front of all these people.” My voice was a rough rasp as we stepped outside into the evening air.