Page 4 of Something Borrowed
Because now I want to see all her colors of pleasure.
“That’s a good girl,” I purr as I tighten my hands on her thighs as they start to shake on my shoulders. “Give me your sugar, sweet girl. Good girl.”
Lark arcs against my mouth as she comes, crying out before she slams both hands over her mouth. There is no way the whole plane hasn’t heard us. Hell, I hope they have. They will all know I am the one making her come, I am the one making her so hot she had to get off right here and right now.
Once her shudders start to slow, I stand, fist still around my pulsing shaft. Lark gazes at me through drooped lids, smiling when she sees my hand working. Spreading her thighs wider, she tilts her hips. I growl and nod, so turned on by what she wants I can’t help myself. I press the swollen crown against her bare pussy, jerking until I come all over the pink flesh.
“Ah, hell,” I hiss, rubbing the sticky mess all over her. “That’s so bloody pretty,” I remark as my cum glistens on her slick folds.
Lark stuns me when she swipes two fingers through her slit, scooping some up. Bringing it to her mouth, she moans as she sucks me off her fingers. I pin her beneath me, pushing my still hard shaft inside her a few inches. Then I lick her mouth, tasting the both of us on her sweet lips.
“Jesus, you’ve done a number on me, baby,” I groan, reaching between us to pluck at her nipples.
Grinning up at me, she is so sated, so sexy, so fuckingbeautiful, my heart aches. Oh yeah, I am in trouble. I think I met my match on this flight to paradise. I kiss her again, rubbing against her wet slit with my hungry dick, both of us wrapped up in the moment. I consider pushing inside her and claiming her when there is a knock at the door.
“Excuse me. Sir. Ma’am. You must come out.Now.”
Pulling back, I grin down at her as she flushes pink. Covering her face with her hands, she mumbles something about being bad with me. I like it. I love it, in fact. Quickly I tuck myself away, then fix her clothes. Before I open the door, I draw her close, rubbing my mouth over hers softly.
“This is not done, love,” I whisper gently before I kiss her deeply, crushing her soft curves to me.
Throwing open the door, I tuck her behind me as I nod at the flight attendant. They scowl at us and peer inside, cursing in two languages about having to clean up after us. I head back to our seat, leading Lark after me with my head held high. To her credit, she does not hide, though she does stay close to me until I get us settled back in our seats.
“They all heard us,” she whispers with the most adorable laugh.
“Yes, love, you were...quite vocal. Think I was too.”
“That was.... I mean I have never....”
“Neither have I, Lark,” I turn to her, cradling her face gently. “I had to have a little taste of you. Keep looking at me with those big pretty eyes, and I might need another taste.”
Lark flushes, bowing her head with another cute laugh. I bend to kiss her forehead, sighing as she snuggles close. My hand goes back to her thigh, where this all started, because I need to touch her now. A need I suspect won’t go away anytime soon.
Pulling her across my lap, I cradle her close, feeling her heartbeat slow as she starts to doze off. Touching my nose to thecrown of her head, breathing in her sweet scent, a big mistake. Now I want it on my skin, on my sheets, in my bed. I want her in my bed. Whatever plans she had will change. Because she will be in my bed this weekend,all weekend,I must have her.
Even if I get a few days with her, I want it, I need it.
During the long flight, she wakes up for us to talk. I learn more about her as we cuddle together, whispering between kisses and teasing touches. Lark is a widow, with a son my age, and a daughter. Until she took leave, she was an English professor. I tease how hot it would be for her to have been my prof. Lark’s response tells me how much trouble I am in.
“Benji hated students seeing me as something other than a mother.”
Benji Stokes. Her son is....my best mate from college. Who’s wedding I am going to Heart Harbor for.What have I gone and done?
Whatever I have done, I won’t regret it—and I will be doing it again.
Chapter Three
Lark
Going to a hotel room with a beautiful man was not on my wedding weekend list.
Lawson made the flight to the beachy shores of Heart Harbor the best, hottest, sweetest flight of my life. Conversation flowed, kisses were sweet and hot, and he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Not that I minded. Once we got off the plane, I feared we would part ways and I might never see him again.
“Not so fast, love,” he purrs as I began to roll my bag the opposite direction. Taking the bag with him, he shook his head at me. “What did I say? We’re wedding crashing this weekend. All weekend, we’re together.”
“I never thought you meant it,” I tell him breathlessly, gazing up at him as he draws me close, his hand cupping the back of my head gently.
“Oh, I meant it. I am not letting you out of my sight if I can help it. Come on, beautiful, let’s head to the hotel.”
