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She ran her hand down the hard planes of his chest. Lower and lower until she found his hard length beneath his pants. For a moment, the size concerned her, but the heat in his eyes made her forget all about it. “Permission granted,” she purred. “Now let’s see if you’re as confident as you usually pretend to be.”

He had his pants off and a condom rolled on in record time. Before she could utter another word, he was covering her with his body, heat radiating off him in waves. He paused with his tip just at her entrance as if still asking permission.

She raised her knees, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in. He slipped further inside her, and they both groaned. “Fuck, Lark,” he growled. “So tight.”

CHAPTER 31

There was an electricity beneath Hoot’s skin he’d never been so aware of before. His pulse thrummed in his fingertips the instant he touched her. But that was nothing compared to being buried deep inside her.

She was tight, but she yielded to him. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he slid deeper. “So tight,” he uttered.

“That’s because I’ve never had a real man like you,” she quipped.

He wanted to growl at the thought of other men with her. “Don’t,” he rasped and thrust again, watching as her tits bounced. “Ever mention…” Another thrust, deeper, and she cried out. “Other men when I’m inside you again,” he demanded.

“Noted,” she replied breathlessly.

He slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her unrelentingly as he moved inside of her. He wanted to memorize every clench around him. The ease of movement due to her slickness. The way her tongue baited his. The intoxicating smells from their fucking that filled the room. The soft, silken caress of her skin wherever it brushed against his. And those whimpering sounds she emitted as their bodies moved together.

At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long. She felt too good. Too warm. Too wet. Too… everything. He wasn’t wrong when he’d said she felt like home. Being inside her like this only cinched it.

“Come for me,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“Not gonna fight it,” she shot back through gasps.

“Good,” he groaned with another thrust of his hips, which she arched up to meet. They were both actively fucking the other. Moving together in a rhythm as old as time. Their bodies straining together, striving to reach the ultimate pinnacle.

He could feel his balls tightening. Too soon. He needed her to come. Now. With that singular thought guiding him, his fingers found her clit.

“Cormac,” she panted as he rubbed her. “It’s too much.

“Never,” he snarled, pushing her harder. Further. “Come. Now,” he ordered.

She did.

Her entire body seized around his cock. Tiny muscles clutched at him as she shook through her release. He held on as her pussy rippled and her orgasm rolled on.

“That’s it, little bird. Come all over my cock,” he bit out through clenched teeth. Her husky cries surrounded them, and electricity raced up his cock. He slammed into her, hard, then held there, surrounded by her slick heat.

He growled, grinding against her. Then his growl became a roar as he poured himself into her.

He was blind to everything. Deaf to everything. Everything except Lark and her body accepting all he gave it.

Only the pain registering in his shoulder made him drop back to earth. He pulled out of her and rolled to her side with a groan. She was instantly hovering over him, her features a mask of worry. She cupped his jaw. “I’m fine.”

She growled. The little bird actually growled. At him. He wanted to laugh out loud, but refrained. “Really,” he assured. “I’m good. Just a little twinge.”

Without a word, she dropped her eyes and inspected his wound, peeling one corner of the bandage up. He looked too, worried he might have overdone it and ripped a stitch. Thankfully, there didn’t appear to be any further damage.

“Told you,” he teased.

“Stubborn,” she scolded, but then kissed him. When she pulled back, she was smiling. It was his turn to cup her cheek since he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. A startling amount of tenderness for her built inside him. And when she gave him that smile… a smile that was meant for him alone…

Hoot had faced bullets, explosions, and missions where one wrong move could end his life. None of them had prepared him for Lark looking at him like that.

Her kiss lingered on his mouth, soft and tentative, yet somehow more dangerous than anything he’d encountered in the field. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, studying the woman who had somehow slipped past every wall he’d spent years building.

She’d never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment. Her brown hair was tousled around her face, her cheeks still flushed, and those green-gray eyes held a soft, dreamy warmth that made something deep inside his chest tighten. She looked completely unguarded, utterly at ease in his arms.