AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Oliver knew he shouldn’t.He knew it but…
She kissed his neck.Licked him.“Please.Give me everything.”
He sank fully into her.There was no turning back.No stopping.No sanity.There was only need and desire and desperation.The frantic drive of his hips against her.The drive of his cockintoher.His hand slid between them so he could stroke her clit.The moans that slipped from her just inflamed him more.He thrust into her again and again.
Her heels dug into his ass.Her cries urged him on.Faster.Harder.
She came for him.The clench of her inner muscles around him and the sharp cry that burst from her lips were hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.He watched the pleasure rush over her face and then kissed her.
Even as he came in her.An orgasm that shook his whole body and consumed him—
***
Oliver’s eyes opened.“Fuck.”He glared at the bedroom ceiling above him.Then his gaze dropped down to his own body.And to the freaking tent he’d just made with the bed sheet and his dick.“Fuck,” he said again.
Not a dream.A memory that just kept haunting him.One that was going to ruin him for life.Because how the hell was he ever supposed to want another woman when he knew what it was like to let go and explode in Lark?
His Lark.
The woman who’d kicked him out of her life.
The woman he’d betrayed.
The woman who was back in his house.Sleeping in the room next door.
He climbed from the bed and marched for the bathroom.And he turned on the iciest water that he could.
With every cell of his body, he wanted her.But he was also not about to screw things up again.Not with her.
The icy water hit him when he climbed into the shower.Oliver closed his eyes.
And saw her.
He could play the gentleman, dammit.He’d done it before.He would do it again.
Only…before…
I didn’t know what it felt like to come inside of Lark.
Now, he did.
But he also knew how much it sucked to lose her.How it felt to have his heart cut out of his chest when she walked away.
No way would he go through that hell again.This time, he would do whatever it took to keep her.
Because I will not lose Lark again.
Chapter Five
Lark didn’t know what to expect when she walked into the kitchen a little after nine a.m.She’d showered, dried her hair, and when she’d come out of the bathroom, clothes had been waiting for her.
A pair of jeans.A black blouse.Black boots.Underwear.Allherclothes.She figured Oliver must have made a run to her apartment, but he hadn’t said anything to her about the trip.
The clothes had just been on the bed when she opened the bathroom door.The boots had been on the floor.
The house seemed eerily silent as she pushed on the door that led into the kitchen.And when it swung open…
Oliver sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.His long, tan fingers gripped the white mug.His gaze slid to her.Was it her imagination or was there heat in his gaze?
