~ JOHN PAUL ~
The wave of emotion that rolled over him at those words was overwhelming. As he took her mouth in a kiss, every fiber of him reached for her. Everything on his body rose—every hair, every goosebump, every part of him capable of standing to attention did so. While Lark grabbed at him, pulling him closer, he fought, tooth and nail, to keep it slow, to try to think, to convince himself that this wasn’t yet the time, that they were rushing.
But he was fighting a losing battle and he knew it.
Lark didn’t hold back. She met his kiss with everything in her, tiny sighs and little cries in her throat only tipping him closer and closer to the edge.
When she reached to kiss his neck, opening her mouth on his Adam’s apple, he let his head sink back, his fingers curling into her wa
