Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Okay,” Samantha said. “See you soon!”
I blew out a breath when they left.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go hang with them?”
“Now who sounds jealous?”
Lark held my gaze. “Maybe I am.”
The stitch in my chest intensified. “Hey, do you want to get out of here for a little bit? Go back to the dorm and hang out before we meet up with our friends again?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Do you think anyone will suspect?”
“Suspect what?” I scoffed, that same frustration bubbling up. “That we’re friends?”
“You’re right,” he said, then grinned. “Look who’s being brave.”
I nudged his elbow. “We better go before I lose the courage.”
We walked out of the carnival and headed toward the dorms, thankfully not running into anyone on the way.
As soon as I opened the door and clicked on the light, I yanked him inside and promptly twisted the lock. Spencer being gone tonight was a gift I couldn’t pass up, no matter the consequences.
I panted openly because the anticipation of being in close quarters with Lark again was making my heart beat at such an erratic rate I was liable to go into cardiac arrest.
“I’ve been meaning to show you something.” I headed toward my dresser.
“What?”
I opened my drawer and pulled out the letter he’d written me.
“Holy shit, you were telling the truth.”
“Of course I was.”
Lark looked at it, reading the words. “Damn, I sound so young.”
I snickered. “We were young. I’ll admit I stared at the XOXO for days afterward.”
“You did?”
“Uh-huh. So maybe all the way back then, I just knew.” It was something I’d thought about forever, and it was probably true.
Once I placed the letter back in my safe spot, I turned to Lark.
His fingers gripped the back of my neck, and his body moved in close. So damned close that I was wedged between the wall and him, and though I could’ve easily gotten by him, I wasn’t complaining. In fact, this seemed the first time he was initiating, so maybe that letter had been cathartic for him as well.
“Henners,” he said as his thumb swiped across my eyebrow. “That scar is how I recognized you, our first day of school.”
I had almost forgotten about my soccer accident as a kid. The fact that he remembered such a minute detail made me shiver. As if an electric storm was brewing inside me, each touch from his fingertips ignited my skin, creating a prickle of shameless longing.
“I want… I need…”
Suddenly I turned him around and pushed him against the wall. I could’ve sworn I heard him utter fuck yes under his breath, which made my confidence skyrocket.
He trembled with need as my fingertips trailed across his chest and down to the waistband of his jeans. I knew what I wanted to experience, with him, but I needed him to want it too.
“What if I want to put my mouth on you this time?” I positioned my knee between his legs and felt his cock stiffen instantly.
His head angled against the wall. “Please, Henners.”
“Please what?” My tongue flitted out to lick his ear, and then I pinned the lobe between my teeth. I didn’t know what had come over me, but Lark brought it out in me. “Tell me what you want.”
I saw a vulnerability in his gaze as he glanced at the door. “I want you to suck me.”
I buried my head in his neck, feeling relief and nerves at the same time. I wanted to make him feel as good as he had me.
I stepped back to allow him room. “Sit on the bed and help me with your jeans.”
His hands shook as he tugged his pants and underwear down to his ankles. I could get off on that sight alone. His cock was flushed and full against his stomach. The hair at his groin was lighter than mine and looked as soft as the unruly locks on his head—something I’d never had the opportunity to notice about a guy before.
When he sat down, I sank to my knees in front of him, my voice betraying me as my nerves got the best of me. “I…I’ve never done this before.”
“It doesn’t matter. Any way you touch me will feel good.” His voice was low and smooth in my ear. “I just want you.” I couldn’t believe how much his words affected me. This gorgeous and amazing guy wanted me.
And I wanted him, desperately. But soon that thought was lost in the buzzing of my brain as he leaned forward and sucked on my neck and shifted his fingers slightly beneath my shirt. He angled his head to press our lips together, which effectively drowned out the nervous static in my head.
I shifted my hands to his hair and yanked his mouth to mine. Our tongues clashed at a frantic pace as we panted into each other’s mouths. When I wound my fist around his shaft, I could feel it throbbing against my palm.