~ LARK ~
“Hold on,” he whispered as he tipped forward to crawl onto the bed. Unwilling to be parted from him, Lark clung with legs and arms, holding herself to him as he braced on the bed and crawled forward, one hand still on her ass to keep her against him.
Then, with a tormented groan, he lowered her shoulders to the mattress first. When she let go with her arms, expecting him to sink between her thighs, instead, he sat back on his heels, his eyes dark and intense, as he unwrapped her legs and urged her to scoot up the bed. He moved with her, stroking her legs and belly, exclaiming about how beautiful she was, and following the trails of his hands with his eyes.
When she had her head on the pillow, she reached for him, urging him down so they could be close again. And he went willing
