He placed his hands on her waist. “And you need to know that I’m a dick for all the bad shit I said to you.”
“Can we not talk about that right now?” she asked.
“Why? Do you feel like you’re giving in to me too quickly?”
“I don’t know what I’m thinking, Klaus.”
“It doesn’t matter that we enjoyed each other moments ago, Poppy, or that you’re naked here. I will never stop remembering how I secretly treated you throughout high school. I’m going to have to live with that. There will be no coming back from that moment.”
He pulled her close. “I love feeling you against me. It’s one of the best feelings in the world.” He pressed his face against her neck, and she closed her eyes, basking in how amazing this felt.
Having him so close. His hands on her body. Feeling him touch her. Wanting everything with him.
She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to let him go. Not caring, at that moment, what had come before. Only what they had right now.
Her wolf was at peace, finally. She had thought her wolf would never calm.
They explored each other’s bodies. Poppy traced her fingers down the curve of his back, following the same path he’d taken.
“I don’t know how long we’ve got until my parents excuse themselves from the party,” Klaus said.
And they still needed to clean their clothes.
Pulling away from him, she waited as Klaus turned on the shower. He stepped into the stall, taking the hit of the cold.
He held his hand out for her to take. Even that touch, their hands together, felt wonderful.
Was this how all mates felt?
Poppy had no idea, but she was tempted to ask her mother. If so, then she was starting to see what her mother missed out on. The feelings. The deep connection. This was what she felt with Klaus.
She closed the door, and Klaus pulled her into his arms.
“I thought we needed to rush,” she said.
“We do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hold you close.” He pressed his face against her neck, and she gasped, holding on to him as he kissed her pulse.
When he nipped her flesh, she felt an answering pulse between her thighs. She didn’t want him to stop.
His hands ran down her body, going to her thighs, and then, Klaus surprised her as he suddenly moved her back toward the tiled wall.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He didn’t say anything as he sank to his knees before her. The tips of his fingers stroked up her legs, and she stared down at him. He moved her legs so they were far apart, and he started at her knee, nipping at her flesh right there before kissing up toward her apex.
He was so close to her pussy.
She sank her teeth into her lip, but he didn’t quite touch her. No, he went to her opposite knee and did the same, drawing back up toward her … pussy. His hands touched her, spreading the lips of her sex open, and then he slid his tongue across her clit. Poppy cried out.
The pleasure was so different from when he used his fingers. It was so much more intense. She couldn’t think straight.
His tongue flicking, stroking, building her up toward another orgasm. She didn’t think it was possible, but this was her mate.
She was so close.
“Klaus!”
“Come for me, Poppy. You taste so fucking good. I can’t get enough of you.” He growled against her flesh, and it was like his growl and words set her off.