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“Fuck,” I breathe, my hands finding her hips. “You feel incredible.”
She braces her hands on my chest and starts to move. Slow at first, finding her rhythm, rolling her hips in a way that has us both gasping. I let her set the pace, watching her take what she needs.
“That’s it,” I encourage, running my hands up her sides. “Take what you want.”
She picks up speed, confidence growing with each movement. When she leans back slightly, changing the angle, we both moan. Her breasts bounce with each movement and I reach up to cup them, thumbing her nipples.
“God, Jack,” she gasps, riding me harder now. The sight of her using my body for her pleasure is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I can feel myself getting close, the heat building at the base of my spine. My grip on her hips tightens. “Lark, I’m gonna?—”
“Not yet,” she says, and suddenly she’s lifting off me.
I make a sound of protest, but she’s already moving down my body with purpose.
“What are you?—”
She doesn’t let me finish the question. “I want to taste us,” she says, and then her mouth is on my cock again. She takes me deep, one hand working what she can’t fit in her mouth, the other cupping my balls.
“Fuck, Lark, I’m—” The warning is all I can manage.
She doesn’t pull back. Instead, she takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks and humming around me. Her eyes meet mine, dark and determined, and that’s what undoes me.
I come hard, groaning her name as pleasure crashes through me. She takes everything, swallowing around me as I pulse in her mouth. Her hand keeps stroking, drawing out every last drop until I’m shaking, until I black out momentarily.
Finally, she releases me and crawls back up my body. I pull her into my side instinctively, both of us breathing hard. She curls into me without hesitation, her head on my chest right over my still-racing heart. One leg thrown over mine, her arm draped across my stomach.
I’m still floating somewhere outside my body, absolutely destroyed in the best possible way. That was… fuck, there aren’t even words.
She lifts her head and looks at me. There’s something soft and open in her expression, vulnerable in a way that makes me want to shield her from everything bad in the world. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she says.
“Me too,” I tell her, and I mean it more than I’ve meant anything in a long time. I brush her hair back from her face gently and tuck the dark strands behind her ear. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Because being here with her feels right in a way nothing else in my life ever has.
CHAPTER 21
LARK
The plane touches down at LAX with a jolt, and I look out the window at the California sun beating down on the tarmac like it’s personally angry at everyone. Los Angeles. I’mactuallyin Los Angeles because a record label flew me out.
The thought keeps circling back, equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
“You’re quiet,” Jack says beside me, and I realize I’ve been staring out the window without actually seeing anything for the past few minutes, just watching the ground crew move around in their bright orange vests.
“Just processing,” I say, finally tearing my gaze away from the tarmac to look at him. “This still feels surreal. Like I’m going to wake up any second.”
“It’s real.” He squeezes my hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my palm in that way that somehow always calms me down. “And you’re going to be incredible.”
“We’ll see about that,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Big fancy label meetings with people who actually know what they’re doing. It’s new to me.”
“You know what you’re doing,” he says firmly. “They reached out toyou, remember? They want you.”
“True,” I admit, feeling some of the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. “That’s a good point.”
“Plus you’ve got me as your cheerleader,” he adds with his trademark cocky grin. “My presence alone guarantees success.”
“Oh, isthathow it works?” I laugh despite my nerves. “Your ego is showing, Midnight.”
