I can’t be the man she wants.
“All right, I’m going to let that one rest there. You’re a jewel who wants more than a rugged man who knows how to take care of things. While that’s…a reason, it’s not the biggest.” Not the hurdle that is virtually impossible to jump.
“And, what, pray tell, is that?”
“That I can’t give you what you deserve.”
Her big eyes stare into mine. I see the questions swirling, the internal war whether to ask me or just let it go. Lark doesn’t choose the second. “What makes you say that?”
“Because I can’t.”
“You mean your heart?”
I nod.
“What if I don’t want your heart?” she asks, and I jerk back.
I’m not sure whether she’s playing a game or if she’s being honest. I lean closer to her, bumping her arm with mine. “Whatdoyou want?”
Lark moves her gaze back out to the landscape and then returns it to me. “I don’t know, but I just got out of a relationship. We named some reasons, and yes, they’re valid, but we both know there are a ton more. You’re a Stone and I’m a Gatlin. That right there pretty much tells us that there’s no hope. I don’t want your heart, Tristan, because I can’t give you mine. I…I just…want to stopwantingto kiss you.”
Fucking hell. I have so many thoughts that are warring in my head. I want that, too, but it’s not getting better. Every damn day it gets worse. Like an itch that you can’t scratch and you’re just desperate for it to stop.
“Then we have to do something.”
“Like what?”
“I’m going to kiss you, Lark. Right now. No more wondering. No more wanting. No more thinking about it all the time. No more questioning if it’ll be like breathing or hurt like hell. We’ll kiss now, here, and then we can put this damn desire behind us.”
Her chest rises and falls faster with each word. She nods. “Good, because I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be good at this.”
I’m definitely good at kissing, but I don’t tell her that.
My hand lifts and cups her cheek, which has been warmed by the sun. The other hand moves to her neck. Lark’s eyes glaze over, and she rests her hands on my shoulders. Slowly we move into each other. Each heartbeat feels like eternity.
Her eyes close.
Then mine.
And a moment later her lips are on me.
The kiss starts slow, just a sweet, tender touch of our lips. I hold there, because if this is all we’ll have, if this one kiss is going to assuage all our curiosity, then I’m going to make sure it’s thorough. That I’ve left nothing more for my stupid imagination to cling to.
All the bases will be covered.
I pull back, allowing her to breathe, and then I really kiss her.
Our lips part, and I slide my tongue into the depths of her mouth. Her warmth thaws the frozen parts of me with each second we touch. She moans and I swallow it, her hands now clutching my shoulders, pulling me closer and closer.
Lark tastes like sunshine and fresh air. I breathe, kissing her deeper and deeper. Her head tilts to the other side, and we keep going, neither of us willing to push the other away.
I should, but I don’t fucking want to.
This was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, and I just don’t care.
It’s worth it.
Every second of her touching me, kissing me, clinging to me is better than I ever imagined.
