Page 11 of Something Borrowed
“Anything you want, Lark. Anything. Just me. You won’t ask anyone else to give you what you want, will you, beautiful?” I demand, fingers tangling roughly in her hair now as she tries to rub her body against mine.
“No. No, baby,” she moans, her hands clawing down my back.
“That’s my good girl. You don’t get to come yet, love. Not before I say you can. Come, let’s go crash a wedding. Give me that mouth first.”
Nodding, she crashes her mouth to mine as her thick legs tangle around my hips. I hoist her up, licking my tongue crudely into her mouth, tasting the champagne we had earlier. I want to take her down to the sand and pound her, but it will wait. Kissing her deeper, loving how she wraps herself around me, not her body but her spirit, her essence, I almost cave.
Breaking apart, I grin as she stares up at me with lust drunk eyes. I kiss her once more, fleetingly, teasing her, before Ilead her from the beach. We laugh as we stumble down the halls towards the first wedding, commenting on their flowers, their lumberjack theme, reaching the chapel as the bride and groom come out. Blending in with the others, we follow the crowd to the reception hall.
“We’re doing this?” Lark asks with a grin full of mischief.
“Yeah, beautiful, we’re doing this,” I shoot back with a smirk.
Following close behind me, soft curves pressed tight against my back, she lets out a little laugh. Calling hello to strangers, we mingle with them before I lead her to the bar. Ordering us both champagne and tipping the guy well, we toast to the new couple as we make our way to the food.
“Oh, they have mini pancakes. I love breakfast food!”
“Best meal of the day,” I agree, watching her fawn over it all. Getting some tiny waffles and syrup, she laughs about the cute donut display too.
Thinking better of sitting—these big parties tend to have arrangements—we circle the room a few times. Lark drags me back to the food table a few times, trying each of the little offerings of breakfast food. Then a donut. A second donut. I tell her to eat whatever she wants, to drink all that she wants, because I want her to have a good time.
“What about you? Don’t you want to have a good time?”
“Love, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh and do that thing with your hair, when you flip it back while you’re talking about something you love to talk about, that is a bloody good time for me.”
“Ifyouhad a wedding,” she starts, biting her lip as she slides close to me, letting her soft tits crush to my chest. “What would we serve?”
Not missing her little slip of the lip, I bend to kiss her syrup sticky lips, considering her question. Getting married wasnever on my to do list. Not because I am against the ideals of marriage or don’t believe in love. I never believed I’d be that guy for someone, a man they could see a future with.
Staring down at Lark, I see that woman. Someone I could build a future with. A home. Our own family. Having children is not the only way to have a family. We could have pups or kittens. Hell, we could have a goat or a flock of geese for all it matters. Being with her, waking up with her each morning and getting to hold her each night, would be one hell of a happy ever after.
“Well, obviously beer not champagne,” I say thoughtfully, tapping my chin as I play along. “Dark stout if I had the choice. Fish and chips. Good, crispy filets of white fish with the best fried chips ever. Maybe some bangers and mash. Ever had any of that, beautiful?”
“No, I have not. Bangers and mash always sounded good. Love myself some good meat,” Lark teases, waggling her brows as she licks her lips.
“Oh, I know you do, you filthy little thing,” I whisper against her lips, laughing too. “What about you? What would your spread look like?”
Flushing, she bows her head. Turning her eyes back on me, she wraps her pretty little hands tight around my heart. “I think afternoon tea would be beautiful. The tea, the tiny sandwiches, the crumpets,” she sighs as I cradle her in my arms, both of us swaying to the slow songs filling the hall.
“Hmm, that sounds awful romantic. AwfulEnglishtoo, love,” I hum against her mouth as we start to twirl through the crowd, dancing slowly.
“Well, I might have a soft spot for all things English,” she teases.
Nodding, I twirl her once more before bringing her back against my chest. I think I have a soft spot for all thingsher. Holding her close, I sway us through several more songs, neverloosening my hold. As I said, I kiss her whenever I want to, we dance until she kicks her shoes off, and she eats all the sweets she wants.
It might be the most magical night of my life. There is no doubt she is something special. I’ve never been serious with a woman before. Never even considered slowing down my lifestyle for someone. As we walk on the beach back to our hotel room, I am considering all the above.
“What do you do, besides crash weddings and read filthy books?”
Grinning down at her as she beams up at me, my heart doubles in my chest. I want to tell her everything about me. Share all the parts of me with this woman. “I uh.... well, I write some of those filthy books. You never wondered why I knew so much about them?”
Lark stops on the sand, staring up at me. That smile of hers widens as she pushes close with heat glittering in her eyes. “No, I figured you were another connoisseur, handsome,” she purrs, sliding her hand inside my jacket to slowly undo one button at a time of my dress shirt. “Tell me what you’ve written, Lawson. I want to read all of them.”
Gathering her raven hair in my fist, I yank her head back. Her little gasp makes my cock jerk and I bite my lip. God, I could write a hundred books about the things I want to do with her. To her. Have her do to me.
“How about we play out one of my favorite scenes?” I offer, kissing a path down her neck as she continues undoing my shirt.
We’re on the sand but I walk us towards the water. It might seem hot or erotic in books, but wet sexis notas fun as it sounds. Neither is sex on the beach. Sex beneath the stars, beneath a full glowing moon that will show me all her perfect curves...I cannot pass up the chance.
