Page 104 of Freeing Lark

“—I’ll remind you that I survived being kidnapped, shot at, nearly drowned, and dragged your heavy ass through a forest.”

His mouth twitched. “You’re really going to use that as evidence that you’re good at making decisions?”

“Yes.”

“You jumped into a raging river with your hands tied.”

She smiled sweetly. “And saved your life.”

Cormac stared at her. Then he shook his head, a reluctant laugh escaping him. “Fuck me.”

Lark leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Pretty sure I can help with that,” she purred while unbuttoning her shirt and sliding it off her shoulders. With the fabric gracefully fluttering to the floor, a challenging grin spread across her face as she met his gaze.

“Don’t stop there, little bird,” he demanded. “Pants too.”

She didn’t hesitate to do what he ordered, sliding her jeans down to her feet then kicking them away.

“Perfect.” Just the sound of his voice uttering that one word, low and seductive, turned her on. She didn’t just hear his voice, she felt it deep in her chest. It wasn’t surprising that her panties were now soaked.

He eyed her up and down, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. And the not so exposed part. Then he lifted her by the hips and placed her on the little kitchen table. It wobbled briefly and she worried it wouldn’t hold her weight. But that worry flew out the window when he pushed her flat onto her back.

“Hungry?” she asked as she watched him kneel between her legs.

“Starved.”

Without another word, he yanked her panties off. He wasted no time, blazing a path of kisses down her belly to the apex of her thighs. Before she could register those sensations, he’d thrown her ankles over his shoulders, and buried his face between her legs.

“Oh, God,” she gasped under the assault of his mouth. Her fingers dug into his scalp as he took her high. Then higher still. He turned her inside out. Slow, deliberate strokes. Tormenting quick flicks. Wet-velvet friction so hot it almost burned. He plunged his tongue deep only to circle and flit and swirl and then… detonation.

Only one thought remained. This man was dangerous.

CHAPTER 34

Just as Hoot had brought her down and was about to work another orgasm out of her, the table groaned ominously. Before he could even process what was happening, the legs gave way, and he heard a small “umph” from her as he landed squarely on top of her.

They lay there in silence, both too stunned to register what had just happened. Then she erupted in laughter. “Damn you, Murphy,” Lark cursed.

“That did not just happen,” he groaned, burying his face in her neck.

“Of course it did. What else did you think was gonna happen?”

“I wasn’t done with my meal,” he whined.

She laughed again. “Poor baby,” she crooned, running a hand over his scalp. “You still hungry?”

“Famished,” he said before quickly rising to his feet, then picking her up bridal style.

“Cormac,” she protested. “Your shoulder.”

“What shoulder?” he asked, taking the stairs two at a time and rushing into his room.

“You’re impossible.”

He threw her on the bed, and she bounced once with a giggle. “Impossibly horney,” he retorted. “Now spread those beautiful legs for me. I wasn’t done with my meal.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned just as he trailed a hand down her side to her hip. He followed the seam and found her core. She was slick with desire. Hot and wet… for him.

His fingers slid through her folds, finding the hardened knot. He smoothed his thumb over it and applied pressure as he moved it back and forth. She arched and gasped his name.