“And that time is up,” Lark says.
“You’re sure about this?”
She lifts her hand, laying it in the center of my chest. “I’m here, Tristan.”
I lean down, slowly, measuring each heartbeat between us. Her beautiful eyes close as her head lifts to meet mine.
This kiss is slow, a surrender to the desire that has been building between us. When our lips touch, it ignites.
Her hand moves to the back of my neck, and I pull her tighter to me. Our lips part, and I don’t waste a second, pushing my tongue against hers. She tastes like mint and sunshine and a promise of all the things I can’t have.
But she’s giving them to me anyway.
Our tongues slide against each other. She lets out a long moan into my mouth, and I drink it down.
God, she’s perfect.
“Come with me,” I tell her, my voice deep and husky.
I pull her back to the blanket, and she giggles. “You were hedging your bets?”
“I did say if you came tonight, what it meant.”
She lies on her side, her head resting on her hand. “That you did.”
“I also brought wine and snacks.”
“You did?”
“I did. I’m a gentleman.”
“Yes, wine me and dine me before…”
I grin. “Finish it.”
She huffs a laugh. “No way.”
“Say it.”
“Fine! Sixty-nine me. Ass.”
Lark shifts to her knees to swat at my chest, but I grab her wrist and pull her to me. “I plan to go down on you, Lark. I plan to make you scream out to this peaceful night sky as I lick you until you orgasm. I’ve thought of nothing else for five days.”
She shivers. “Good to know.”
“Have you thought about it?” I ask.
I want to know that I wasn’t the only one suffering in this standoff. That she was equally bothered.
“Every day. I haven’t slept, I barely eat, then to see you two days ago, to be so close and want you this much…” she confesses. “Even though I know we shouldn’t.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” I push her hair back. “I still want to.”
“Me too. What else would you like?”
I sit up so we’re face-to-face. “I’d like to make you moan. I bet I can.”
“I bet you can, too, but let’s see you try.”
