He leans back to meet my gaze. In his, I see my own emotion reflected. The sheer depth of it takes my breath away. “Cassidy…” When he guides himself to my entrance, the tip of his cock poised there, it doesn’t feel like the other times we’ve been together. I feel more open now, somehow. More naked than I’ve ever been, completely exposed.
And yet, I don’t mind. In fact, I want to stay in this moment forever. Two hearts completely bared to one another.
He pushes inside me so, so slowly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he does, arch up against him so I can feel every inch of his lean, muscular body against my soft curves. “Lark,” I moan as his cock pushes fully inside me, straining my walls, making me feel deliciously full.
“I love you,” he murmurs, like someone who’s testing the words, savoring the way they feel. He kisses me again, slower, heated. And he draws out, then thrusts back in, our mouths still pressed together.
I slide my tongue between his lips. Taste myself more fully on his tongue, as ours entwine. He laughs against my mouth as I reach down to grip his ass, hard, and he draws back just far enough to meet my gaze.
“Have I mentioned how fucking hot you are, Ms. Marks?” He kisses my jaw. My neck. “You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough.”
The words add to the heat building in my belly. I wrap my free arm around his neck, hold on as he starts to move faster, thrusting harder. “I… never want… this to end,” I manage to say, as it gets harder to speak, the faster my heart beats, the harder and faster he begins to thrust.
Lark meets my gaze, a knowing smile on his mouth. “It doesn’t have to,” he says. And I realize, as the orgasm starts to build deep within me… he’s right.
We can have this for the rest of our lives, if we want.
32
Cassidy
A distant pounding sound wakes me far too early. I groan and try to roll over, only to find my movement restricted. There’s a strong, familiar arm wrapped around my waist, pinning me back against a lean body. I turn to peer over my shoulder at Lark. His eyes are still shut, his lids twitching faintly in a dream.
It must be a good dream. I can feel the hard press of his cock against my ass.
Grinning to myself, I wriggle against him, and savor the way he moans, low in the back of his throat. He doesn’t wake though, not yet.
Last night floods through me in a pleasant rush. I love you. He meant it when he said it. So did I. And he’s right, together we can figure all of this out. We can help my mom with whatever she needs, hospital bill-wise, and then I can put my foot down and explain to her that I’ll only help for emergencies like this. Not for every tiny thing that crops up.
As for his ex, well… We’ll figure that out too.
Lark shifts beside me, and an idea comes to mind. I’m about to slip under the covers and execute it when I hear the pounding again. Louder this time.
What the hell is that?
With a groan, I disentangle myself from Lark—the man sleeps like the dead after sex, I swear—and pad across the bedroom.
There’s a small door beside the elevator shaft. I stare at it in confusion, and it bangs again. I realize it’s the back entrance to the apartment, in case of emergencies when the elevator’s out of order.
And someone is knocking on it.
Strange.
I slip back into the bedroom and grab the first things I see. Lark’s baggy tee draped over a chair. It hangs low enough to reach mid-thigh on me, so it at least covers the necessities.
Then I pad back out into the living room, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “One second,” I call blearily. It takes me a moment to figure out how to undo the bolt lock on this mysterious side door. Then I wrench it open, and my jaw drops.
So does the person’s on the other side.
Sheryl stares at me like an apparition. As if I’m all her nightmares come true. She glances from me to the apartment over my shoulder and then back to me, and the shirt I’m wearing. Lark’s shirt. I can practically see the wheels clicking in her head.
“I can’t believe this,” she says, when she finds her voice.
“Sheryl, hi.” My heart hammers in my throat. “Um, if you’re looking for Lark, he’s still asleep, but I can go grab him—”
“You fucking homewrecker,” Sheryl yells, and I’m pretty sure I won’t need to wake up Lark anymore. Hell, the neighbors can probably hear this, even through all the advanced soundproofing of Lark’s penthouse. “I can’t believe I trusted you, and all this time you’ve been fucking my husband behind my back.”