Page 106 of Lost Then Found
“Impatient little thing,” I murmur, and slide my fingers deep into her,slow but firm. She gasps into my mouth, her body tensing, her nails digging into the back of my neck.
“So damn tight,” I rasp. “And already dripping for me.”
She moans, her head falling to the side, her throat bare and begging. I drag my mouth down her neck, biting just hard enough to hear her gasp. My fingers curl, hitting the spot I know will make her legs shake, and sure enough—there it is. Her thighs clench, her breath turns ragged.
“You like that?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Like the way my fingers fuck you?”
She nods, but I want more. I press my thumb against her clit, circling slow, teasing.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” she moans. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” I press deeper, harder, relentless now. “You gonna come for me, Lark?”
She doesn’t answer—just moans, head falling forward until her forehead’s against mine, her whole body trembling like she’s seconds from breaking.
“Let me have you like this,” I breathe. “No walls. No hiding. Just you.”
Her grip tightens around my neck, thighs locking around me, and then she’s falling apart—moaning my name, shaking against me, wrecked in the most beautiful way I’ve ever seen.
And fuck me if I don’t want to keep her just like this. Every day. Every night. Mine. Always.
She’s still panting, her body soft and pliant, her lashes heavy as she looks at me like she’s trying to figure out how the hell she let it get this far. Or maybe how she didn’t let it happen sooner.
Her head drops against my shoulder, her breath still coming in quick, uneven bursts. I pull my fingers from her, gliding them through the warm, dripping evidence of how badly she wanted this before bringing them to my lips, sucking them clean.
She watches me, dazed, her blue-green eyes dark and hazy with pleasure.
Her skin’s flushed, her pulse still racing under her jaw. And I swear,I’ve never seen anything as hot as her like this—head tilted back, her eyes half-lidded and sexy, her lips swollen and glistening. She’s a whole storm in a body I’d gladly get caught in again and again.
I curl my hand behind her neck, thumb stroking beneath her chin until she looks at me.
“You still with me, Lark?”
She doesn’t answer—just kisses me. Rough, deep, hungry, tasting herself as she does. Her nails bite into my shoulder, her hips shifting like she’s already ready for round two, and hell if I’m not right there with her. My hands move to her cup her ass, gripping tight as I press her body tighter against mine.
I’m hard—so hard it’s fucking unbearable—and she feels it, every thick inch grinding against where she’s already soaked for me. Her gasp rips straight into my mouth, breath hitching as I rock into her, slow and filthy, like I’ve got all damn night to ruin her.
My hand slides up, slipping under the band of her sports bra, fingers dragging over the warm swell of her breast. The second I feel how soft she is, how tight her nipple is beneath my palm, my cock jerks against her, aching with the need to be inside her.
She whimpers, hips rolling, chasing the friction, and I bite out a curse against her throat.
Fuck, she’s killing me.
I could take her right here. Fast. Dirty. With that look on her face and my name still rasping from her throat.
“Boone—”
She says it like a warning, like a plea, and I’m ready to answer both.
I lean in, brushing my mouth over hers, teasing. “Think you can handle more?”
She nods before I even finish the question. Not even a pause.
That’s all I need.
I slide my hands to her thighs, gripping tight, ready to carry her straight to her bed and take my time making her come apart all over again. I’ve got the image locked in my head—her spread out on the mattress, haireverywhere, nails in my back, legs shaking as I bury my face between her thighs and—
