As Poppy wrapped her arms around Roman's neck in the barn, he lifted her, taking her to a stack of hay where a blanket was laying over a bundle near the horse stalls. Sitting down, she pulled him next to her as their lips tangled in a dance.
"Mmm… Those lips. Princess, you don't know what you do to me."
Sucking her bottom lip between his own, he gave it a little tug as she moaned into his mouth. Her cherry lip gloss was like tasting the sweetest treat as he devoured her lips, never wanting to come up for air. As her fingers laced through his short tendrils, she tugged in response to the intensity and power of his kiss. Every part of this man set her on fire and all she wanted was to be in his arms forever.
"Poppy, we have to stop, baby. If we don't, I don't think I'll be able to hold back."