I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
I press my lips to the hollow of her neck with the intent of slowly making my way down her shoulder. She shivers softly, and I grin when she whimpers. “Close.” I kiss again, this time using my tongue against her soft skin. Lark inhales deeply. “Closer.” I like that it takes some work. Then I move down against her shoulder, and nip. She moans, and I feel it in my cock. “There we go, sweetheart. Now, I think we can make it louder, don’t you?”
“Tristan,” she says my name harshly, her fingers lacing through my hair.
“What do you want, Lark?”
“More. I need more.” The rumble in her voice would’ve taken me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.
This is a bad idea. It’s stupid. It’s reckless. It’s everything I’m not, yet I can’t find the damn strength to stop it.
Lark is tinder, just one spark away from going up in flames.
And fuck if I’m not holding the match.
“I’ll give you everything I can. Everything you need.” But not more than what we promised. I leave that part out. There’s no need to drive it home. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say, praying that she doesn’t do it.
“Don’t.”
“Only if you ask me to.” Somehow I’ll do it. It might kill me, and I won’t be riding my horse back home, but I’ll stop.
I move the strap of her tank down, exposing her skin to the night air. Then I kiss across her collarbone. Her head falls back, and I run my tongue along her neck up to her ear. Her skin is smooth, unmarred, and smells like sunshine and heaven. “You’re so beautiful,” I say against the shell. “So fucking tempting. I want to see you. Lay you out on this blanket like the goddess you are and let me feast on you.”
Lark shifts and then pulls her top off, exposing a pair of stunning tits. I dreamed of these, imagining how they’d fit in my hand, and I didn’t do them justice. Their weight is perfect. Each one fits in my hand as though they were made for me.
“Gorgeous.”
She grins. “Your turn.”
“What the lady wants, she gets.”
I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the side.
“Fuck my life,” Lark murmurs as her eyes roam my body. “You’re…holy shit.”
“Like what you see?”
She laughs. “Don’t pretend you don’t know you’re chiseled and hot. Part of your appeal is the…swagger.”
I lean in, our lips close enough to touch. “You think I’m hot?”
“You know I do.”
“You’re stunning. Every time I look at you, I hate myself for not being able to resist you.”
“Good.” Lark moves to her knees. “I hate you for it too.” She unbuttons her jeans. “I hate that all I’ve wanted for five days was your hands on my skin. To kiss your lips. To know what you’ll feel like, taste like, smell like as you fuck me. So stop talking, Tristan. I’ve waited long enough.”
She slides her pants down, and I move quickly, my hands behind her thighs.
Lark lets out a squeak as she falls back, and I rip her jeans off her legs, then her panties.
She’s naked before me, and I thank God it’s dark, because if I could see everything in the full light, I’d never recover.
Just her glowing silhouette alone is enough to screw with my head.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
She does, exposing herself to me.
