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stepped free. Her panties followed.
The heat of Lark s breath fanned into the depths of her loins as his suckling shifted
from her breast to her belly. She wanted to insist he move lower, to the ache making her
squirm, however, he rose up.
She shoved his coat from his shoulders. A few twists and shrugs, and it fell from him
to the floor. He steered her around and lowered her to the bed.
Patience. He nibbled in circles.
I don t have any.
I do. He pinched her nipple with his teeth.
Lark, she gasped, succumbing to the zinging tingle tamed by his wet tongue.
He drew her breast into his mouth with a gentle bathing making her arch. Deep
inside, she wanted the same sating he gave her quivering breasts.
Please, Lark, take off your clothes.
He rose from her and stripped. Propped on her elbows, she watched as he peeled his
shirt off over his head. He already had his pants unfastened. Something he must have
worked on while kissing her. He shoved them down his legs and stepped out. Free of
clothing, he leaned forward with his hands rubbing the tops of her thighs.
Is this better?
Much. She pushed her hands up through the hair on his chest.
He brushed his knuckles against her sex and she grabbed his wrist, forcing his
fingers into the split of flesh.
The touch of his lips on her belly made her laugh.
Ticklish?
Yes.
His tongue swirled around her navel, dipping and teasing her with things to come. If
she didn t have the foreboding sense of doom still simmering in the back of her mind,
she d put hopes on a future with Lark.
Mmmm, I like that. She squirmed.
And this? He opened the inner lips of her sex with his tongue, spreading the
opening so that the heat of his breath blasted into her.
Oh God, yes, she moaned, her vaginal walls collapsed, barring the feathering of
air.
When she drew back her leg, he grasped her calf, lifted it to his shoulder, assisting
her submission. His tongue glided over her slick shaved mound, running up one side and
down the other, nibbling on her nether region with his soft lips.
He buried his face in her sex, rubbing his nose against her leg, nuzzling kisses up to
her belly and back, to where he pressed a deep kiss into the crux of her spread legs. Her
whole body contracted in a spasm when the forceful thrust of his tongue penetrated her.
Don t stop, she groaned, wracked with an orgasm that made her twist
unpredictably on the bed.
He pushed his tongue against her clit, massaging it roughly, drawing her hips from
the mattress as she tried to meet his jabs prodding the sensitive area. In moments, she was
wet, feverishly hot, and exhausted by Lark s ardor.
He slid up her body, letting the fibers of hair on his chest tickle her alert nipples.
You re very good at this, she purred, finding the excitement a wonderful cure to
depression. When we met, you didn t seem the type of man to give this much attention
to a woman.
Does it make you nervous?
A little. She confessed only a small portion of her unease.
Is it me?
No. She trailed his ribs with a mindless touch.
Then what?
You ll think it strange, but every time we& Never mind.
Tell me. He encouraged with more sips and pecks to her mouth.
She wanted to open up about everything. His continued insistence helped make her
believe he really did want to know.
Lark lowered. His arousal brushed her inner thigh, sweeping her with a chill of
danger a beguiling enchantment over her senses. Did she risk giving up that reserved
part of herself? An emphatic yes rushed from her thoughts.
When we re together, like this She moaned as he entered her, the heaviness of
his arousal stretching her as he inched his way in.
Tell me. He partially withdrew and flexed once more, driving into her.
She gasped as he hit her with at least a dozen aggressive plunges, before slowing his
strokes, pulling one of her legs up to his side.
I want to know everything in your thoughts, Holly. I want to know you. His hand
circled over her hip to her bottom in a tender caress.
I want that too. But sharing hasn t been a natural instinct in me for a long time.
Years of keeping my inner turmoil a secret became necessary after my parents sent me to
a psychiatrist.
He stopped shifting, resting over her, showing the depths of his interest in his steady
gaze. His muscles tensed beneath her fingertips.
I get these flashes in my mind, like dreams or events. I don t know what you d call
them, but they scare me.
Do you want to talk about it? He massaged her hip as if having sex at that point
didn t matter as much as their conversation.
It doesn t help. When a doctor sees you as crazy, you don t have a tendency to open
up on a regular basis or even want to try. She wrapped her arm around his back.
Besides, this isn t the time I want to talk about my phobias.
All right.
Lark s understanding meant a lot. That was all she needed, someone to accept her
answers without forcing her to analyze them.
He resumed his motions, rolling his hips against her, thrusting his body up and down
so his cock lunged through the snugness of her insides constricting on him. She wondered
what it was like for him when an orgasm came. When he let out a strained groan, and his
back arched from her, she decided he felt the tight prickling through his groin just the
same as she did.
The bed danced in rhythm to his downward jolts. A creak on the floor, a banging
against the wall, and the squeak of the frame seemed a perfect fit to the atmosphere.
Oh God, you feel so good, he moaned, shoving his hand under her head and lifting
her from the pillow.
His mouth fit over hers and his kiss ravaged her thoughts. A wave of excitement
buried all her senses, except for the loving feelings she took out of his passionate hold.
She held onto his biceps, squeezing the muscles, unable to do more to express the
intensity of her climax.
Holly, he gasped, as his ejaculation jolted him to a grinding halt against her.
She folded her hand behind his neck, pulling him tight while sweeping her lips from
his cheek to his mouth. Tears, a little from him, a lot from her, salted the taste of their
heated kiss.
Don t cry. He nuzzled her nose with his.
She nodded. I can t help it.
Holly? He kissed her lightly.
I m going to die.
Pulling her close, he rested his forehead against hers. Somehow, the culmination of
her fears became real. She d always known the worst of her imagination s past would
repeat in her real future.
I m not going to let it happen. He stroked a hand over the back of her head,
keeping her face close to him as she wept. I promise I ll protect you.
While she believed he d try, he had no control over her destiny. Someone was
stalking her and she had no idea who. All she had were the buttons, and as much as
Detective Burton believed they were a cruel prank, she saw them as a grave warning. But
to what end?
Why don t I know what the buttons mean?
It would make life simpler if we could dissect the workings of what our mind
recalls and what it doesn t, but given time, what you can t remember may come back.
Lark shifted to the side of her, propping himself up to look down at her. He placed his
hand on her cheek and brushed away her last tears. We ll figure out what it means, and
who s doing this to you. Don t worry about that? Until then, just know you re safe with
me, okay?
She nodded, not fearing her safety as much as retaining what was left of her sanity.
You were going to tell me something back at my house, she reminded him, eager to
change the subject and hear more about how he knew she felt as if she d met him before.
He kissed her forehead. Later, he replied, drawing the sheet over them, warming
her with the strokes of his hand along her arm.
She listened to the tick of a clock and the low hum of a heater running. Nothing else,
other than the steady decreasing speed of Lark s breathing kept her company. Her
mindless fondling of his chest hair lulled her lover to sleep, leaving her awake with her
thoughts.
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