Then he starts to laugh softly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Ugh!” I huff, slapping his chest. “You’re so dead.”
Tristan pulls me to his chest. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I promise, I wasn’t going to hurt you.”
I glare up at him, his brown eyes boring into mine. “You’re not forgiven.”
“What if I promise to make it up to you?”
“Nope.”
“No? You won’t even let me try?”
Tristan’s playful tone is starting to thaw me, and I don’t like that. He should suffer. Be made to think some horrible punishment is about to befall him.
“No.”
His face moves in, the scruff of his beard scratching my neck. “Not even if you’ll feel good at the end?”
Do not cave, Lark.
“N-no,” I stutter as his tongue traces the shell of my ear.
“Hmm, I don’t mind working really hard for it.”
Oh, fuck my life.
“Tristan,” I say his name, and instead of it coming out strong and defiant, it’s more of a whimper.
Because…you know, he’s kissing my damn neck and hitting that spot right below my ear.
“Yes, sweetheart? Do you want me to make it up to you? To prove how truly, unbelievably, and wholeheartedly sorry I am?”
Yes. Yes. I do.
Instead of shoving him back, putting my foot down, and telling him I’m completely unimpressed by his arrival, my body betrays me, and my hand moves to the back of his neck, holding him there.
Again. Stupid.
“Say the word, Lark, and I’ll leave,” he promises.
I should do it. I know this. All the damn red flags are waving like those inflatable men outside the car wash, shaking to get my attention. I just…don’t care. I walk straight past them and go into the danger zone.
I move my head, inching closer to him.
“Stay,” I murmur, my mouth searching to find his.
He kisses me softly, then hungrily, and the passion is enough to set this barn on fire. His hands move down my body, plastering me tight against him.
It’s been days.
Just five freaking days without seeing him, and it feels like a lifetime. As though each hour was a piece of an eternity.
Being in his arms, kissing him, touching him, has messed with my head, and I don’t even give a shit.
He’s kissing me. I missed it. I want more.
I moan into his mouth, and he pulls us deeper into the stall. “Shh, you have to be quiet, sweetheart, or we’ll be caught.”
