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He laughed. “I didn’t want to freak you out. The truth is, all I can think about lately is kissingyou.”
“Yeah…me too,” I admitted, and his eyes widened.
When he angled toward me, I tunneled my fingers through his hair. He sighed as our mouths brushed, and when I parted my lips, he took advantage by grazing the tip of his tongue against mine while we openly stared into each other’s eyes. It felt so honest, so candid between us in that moment.
He deepened the kiss, and my eyes shut on a deep groan. My mouth moved over his in a heated rush as my hands traveled around his waist to grasp his shirt.
As if a fire had been awakened inside him, he gripped my thighs, yanked me firmly onto his lap, and holy crap, being flush against him was intense.
What were we doing out in the open like this? Could anyone walking by hear us? Regardless, I couldn’t seem to stop. I wanted to make it good for him. For him to see that it was okay to like guys.
A long moan escaped me as he nibbled my bottom lip, then swiped his tongue across the sensitive skin. My mouth grazed his jawline, feathering a path to his ear.
His hips thrust upward, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing our hot lengths to slot together. We were all lips and teeth and heavy breathing as we devoured each other. His tongue tangled with mine as he tugged at my hair, making me feel even more untethered.
Never had I kissed someone like this before. Sure, there had been horny, sloppy make-out sessions with guys in high school. This was something altogether different. We were pouring ourselves into each other. Saying everything with our lips. Filling each other up with everything we had.
When my knuckles grazed the front of his sweats, his hard length, he trembled.
“Wanna make you feel good,” I murmured against his mouth.
He tightened his hold. “You already do. Just by being here.”
22
HENRY
“You make me feel good too,”Lark replied. His warm heat wrapped around me, making my head feel fuzzy. His heady scent was potent now—watermelon and sweetness and all Lark. I wanted to stay tangled together like this forever.
“Then keep kissing me.” My lips skimmed along his neck, and I pinned his earlobe between my teeth. “I can’t seem to get enough.”
The pads of my thumbs mapped a pattern against his collarbone as our mouths hovered close. So damned close that I could feel the current running between our lips, like a magnetic force drawing us together.
Lark’s lips brushed mine again, a barely there kiss, and the hairs on my arms stood at attention. His mouth was soft and tender andGod, Lark. He was being so gentle, so careful; it was as if he was trying to memorize my lips, my tongue, and my taste. He groaned low in his throat as his fingers tunneled deeper through my hair.
“Henners,” he whispered, and my entire body erupted into flames.
My lips pressed harder as we ground together relentlessly. His tongue lashed past my lips and entered my mouth—hot, wet, demanding—then rasped past my teeth, acting like a tuning fork inside my body and creating a sensation I’d never felt before.
My eyes suddenly stung with tears because what I was experiencing was profound—like the best moment of my life. This just felt much more intimate than anything we’d done before, or maybe my emotions were all over the place these days.
I was beyond turned on. Ready to combust.
And then I did, right then and there. And I didn’t give a fuck that I made a mess because Lark followed shortly after.
* * *
“Wanna go for a fast-food run? Maybe some burgers or subs?” Spencer asked me after football practice the following Tuesday.
“You mean hoagies?” I quipped.
It was a North/South Jersey thing, maybe even East/West. If you were nearer to Philly or migrated from there, it was called a hoagie. It was the same with the Taylor Ham they served in the dining hall for breakfast, which was essentially a hard roll with pork, egg, and cheese. Spencer swore up and down that calling it anything other than a pork roll was sacrilege.
“Whatever, I just want to eat junk and study tonight.”
“Okay, let’s go.” I followed him to his car in the lot.
We rarely ate junk anymore because our coach was very health-conscious, but every once in a while it wasn’t a big deal, not with all the calories we burned on the field.
