you would want to do that for me. I’d never ask.”
She pressed her lips to mine. “I know. That’s why I’m going to do it.”
Something shifted between us in that moment. It wasn’t just a soft kiss that bespoke of exhaustion. An exhaustion that we both felt. It was something else altogether. Like our worlds were back on axis, spinning with our own gravity.
Her hands explored my body, and then she was tugging at my boxers. I eased out of them as she tossed her panties to the ground. She reached for my cock, taking it in her hand and experimentally stroking it a few times. I groaned in the back of my throat. She smiled against my lips.
“I like that,” she said. “How you moan when I touch you.”
“Fuck, woman,” I groaned, grasping her jaw in my hands and crushing our lips together.
It was her turn to make sexy mewling noises against my lips. Then she hiked one leg up and over my body and settled herself on top of me. My hands slipped down to her hips as she aligned our bodies together. I had an unbelievable vision of her naked form on top of me. Her wide hips and the easy roll of her stomach. Her fucking perfect, small breasts. I dug my fingers into her skin as my cock lengthened at that glorious view.
“You’re beautiful.”
She flushed all over and then slid her pussy down onto my cock. I couldn’t contain my own moan as I watched her eyes close and her head tip back.
“Oh god,” she said.
Then she started moving. Lifting her hips ever so slowly and then dropping back down onto me. She braced one hand on my chest, working up a rhythm. Her tits bounced as she rocked back and forth.
And soon, I lost the ability to let her continue. It was a fucking sight to watch, but I needed more. She needed more.
I took control back, even as she was on top of me. I grasped her hips harder and began to work them in a rolling motion.
Her eyes widened. “Fuck. Right there.”
I thrust up into her as I slammed her back down onto me again and again. Faster and faster, fucking her until we were both gasping for breath, aching all over. My cock grew just a little bit more as I watched her give in and come all over my dick. And then I grunted inelegantly and came behind her.
She collapsed forward over me when she was finished and pressed a kiss to my chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Her breathing slowed until she was almost asleep before she went into the bathroom to clean up. I went in after she was done, and by the time I came back out, she was already passed out. I pulled my boxers back on, climbed into bed, and drew her tight against me.
Mine.
She was mine.
38
Lark
“It’s just temporary, right?” I asked English the next morning.
Her eyes rose when she saw Sam walk into the room and reach for the pot of coffee.
“Oh yeah. We made up.”
English snorted. “Go figure.”
“But really, you’re not moving back to LA, right?”
She sighed and then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. But I do have to go back. I have to finish some stuff off, talk to some people. Lots of decisions to make.”
“As long as you come back,” I said, pulling her into a hug.
“Well, as much as I hate him, Josh said that I could keep the apartment.” She rolled her eyes. “Rather magnanimous of him, don’t you think? He got me the apartment out of guilt and is letting me keep it out of guilt.”
“I’m just glad you’ll be here. But if you hate the apartment, we can sell it and find you something else.”
She frowned. “But I want it. And then I feel stupid because I want it and he bought it for me.” She shook her head. “I’ll have to disentangle some of this.”
“You’ll get there…just not overnight.”
“I know,” she said softly. She pushed her carry-on toward the door. “Off through three more time zones. I won’t even know my own name, the jet-lag will be so bad. Wish me luck.”
“All the luck in the world, friend.”
She blew me a kiss and then was gone.
“God, I feel bad for her,” I told Sam.
He nodded and offered me coffee. “Me too. I can’t believe what Josh did.”
“Yeah. Me either. She’s such a catch.”
“You should be going. Don’t want to be late.”
“And what