Page 144 of Lost Then Found
That tiny movement sends another twitch through my cock. I groan against her neck.
“Goddamn, you feel good,” I murmur, dragging a hand down to her stomach, spreading my fingers wide over the soft skin that used to carry my son.
We’re not talking about babies any time soon and realistically I know that. Hell, I don’t even know if she wants more kids.
But the thought—the fantasy of it—hits me low and hard. Of her letting me put another baby inside her. Of her body carrying something that’s both of us again.
And I feel it. That ache. That pull.
I press a kiss to her temple, slow and reverent. “You’re everything,” I whisper before I even realize the words are out.
Lark hums, her hands still dragging along my back, nails tracing slow, lazy lines.
I tilt her face to mine, kiss her mouth—soft, messy, perfect—and press my weight back into her just to feel her gasp again. My cock’s still inside her and I’m not ready to move. I’m enjoying every fucking second I get to stay here.
“You good?” I murmur against her lips, brushing my thumb over her jaw, my hand still low on her hip like she might float away if I let go.
She nods. “Better than good.”
I let myself smile, drag my mouth along her jaw, bury my face in her neck. My hand spreads wide over her belly again, and I let the thought sit there, hot and heavy in my chest.
Her fingers move like she’s not even thinking—just tracing me. Absently. Tenderly. It does something to me, the way she touches me like she doesn’t have to think about it, like it’s second nature.
I press my forehead to hers. Breathe her in. “You want me to stay for awhile?”
She hums, soft and sleepy. “Always.”
So I hold her tighter. Bury myself deeper and don’t move, because she’s exactly where she belongs.
Right here. With me.
Chapter 15
BOONE
Lark’s room is softer than I expected. Muted blues and creams, warm lighting from the bedside lamp casting a golden glow over everything. There’s a stack of books on her nightstand, a sweater tossed over the back of a chair in the corner, and a half-empty glass of water sitting next to a framed photo I can’t make out from here.
The sheets are tangled around us, her body still warm and soft. She’s pressed against my side, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and onto my chest.
Her voice cuts through my thoughts. “What are these?”
She flips my forearm, tracing a finger over the tattoos there.
I glance down, watching her touch me, feeling it everywhere, even in places she isn’t touching.
She looks up, waiting, her blue eyes still heavy-lidded from exhaustion or sex or maybe both.
“Constellations,” I murmur. “For my siblings. I wanted to get something for them while I was gone.”
Her brows lift slightly, interest sparking in her gaze. “Really?”
I nod, shifting us so I can point to the first one, a simple set of stars inked in black just below my elbow. “This one’s for Wren. Virgo.”
Lark frowns slightly. “But there’s only one more.”
I drag my fingers down her spine before answering. “That’s for Ridge and Sage. Cancer.”
Her forehead creases. “Wait—both of them?”
