With her face pressed against his bare chest, Poppy inhaled the familiar masculine spice shed noticed while wearing Hunters shirt. When she pressed her lips to his skin, she felt his sharp intake of breath. She did it again, pressing her body more tightly against his, feeling the burgeoning erection trapped by his soaked jeans.
When she kissed him a third time, a low growl rumbled up from his chest, and she peered up at him. His eyes were all heat and desire, and she knew hers were the same. She slid her hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck then pushed up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. Shed been buzzed the previous night, but she was completely sober now. And she wanted him.