Page 147 of Small Town, Big Storm

Because—

“Holy shit, baby,” I rasp.

She grins then does a slow spin.“As good as your memories?”

“Better.”It’s still a rasp, and it’s the God’s honest truth.Her tits spill out of the tiny triangles that pretend to be a top, and her ass?—

God, I’ve always been an ass man, but Poppy’s is next level.

“Come here,” I order.

She grins…but doesn’t comply.

Instead, she toys with the strings on one of her hips, and I’m immediately thrust back into a memory of me tugging at them, of them coming free, of Poppy’s naked skin?—

My dick twitches.

My balls ache.

“Poppyseed—”

She pauses in her rotation, glances back over her shoulder.“Yeah, honey?”

Fuck.

I need to have her like that too.

“Come here,” I order again.

But she just grins and reaches behind her, pulling at the string tied at the middle of her back.

The elastic material slowly comes loose.One inch, another,another…

Until it comes completely free, hangs down at her sides.

I try a different order.“Turn around.”

Her grin widens.

But she doesn’t listen to that either.

Instead, she tugs at the elastic tied behind her neck and the material falls to the hardwood with a soft swoosh.

I choke.

She laughs.

“Baby,” I order.“You either get that gorgeous ass over here, or I’m coming to get you.”

In answer, she just tugs at the elastic at her waist, untying one side and then the other.

That too falls to the floor.

But I barely notice because…

Thatass.

And that sends the last thread of my control splintering.I push off the bed, move over to her, and?—