Chapter Six #4
I had no intention of stopping. My hands slid beneath her sundress, finding the soft skin of her thighs. She shivered at my touch, her own hands tugging impatiently at my shirt until I pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.
Her eyes darkened as she took in my bare chest, her fingers tracing the contours with obvious appreciation before she leaned forward to press her lips against my collarbone.
The sensation of her mouth on my skin sent fire racing through my veins. I gathered the hem of her dress, silently asking permission. She nodded, lifting her arms so I could pull it off in one smooth motion.
The sight of her in delicate lace underwear nearly undid me. Her breasts strained against the pale blue fabric, nipples already hard and visible through the thin material. Her skin was creamy perfection, flushed with desire.
"You're perfect," I breathed, hands skimming reverently over her curves.
"Not perfect," she corrected, a vulnerability in her eyes that made my heart ache. "Just me."
"Even better," I assured her, capturing her mouth again.
My fingers found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with ease. As the garment fell away, I took a moment to simply appreciate her—the elegant lines of her collarbones, the full curves of her breasts, the contrast of her fair skin against the dark wood of my workbench.
"Wade," she whispered, a plea in her voice.
I lowered my head, taking one pink nipple into my mouth while my hand caressed the other.
Her gasp of pleasure was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.
I lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle suction and teasing flicks of my tongue until she was arching against me, breathless with need.
"I want to taste you," I murmured, kissing my way down her stomach. "May I?"
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, met mine. "Yes," she breathed. "Please."
I knelt before her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and sliding them down her legs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I took a moment to press kisses along her inner thighs, gradually working my way toward her center.
At the first touch of my tongue against her core, she cried out, fingers gripping the edge of the workbench. I took my time exploring her, learning what made her breath catch, what made her moan. The taste of her was addictive—sweet and musky and all hers.
"It's been so long," she gasped as I found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. "I don't think I can—"
"Let go," I encouraged, sliding one finger inside her while my tongue continued its gentle assault. "I've got you."
Her release came suddenly, her body tensing and then shuddering as pleasure overtook her. I worked her through it, gentle but persistent, until she collapsed back against the workbench, chest heaving.
"That was..." she began, then laughed breathlessly. "I don't even have words."
"We're just getting started," I promised, rising to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Her hands found the button of my jeans, deftly unfastening them and pushing them down along with my boxer briefs. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, fully aroused and straining toward her.
"You're quite impressive," she said with a smile that was both shy and mischievous. Her fingers wrapped around my length, stroking experimentally.
I groaned at her touch, hips jerking involuntarily. "Careful," I warned. "It's been a while for me too."
"Then we should make it count," she replied, sliding off the workbench to kneel before me.
The sight of Lark Hayes on her knees, looking up at me with desire-darkened eyes, was almost enough to finish me then and there. When her lips closed around me, hot and wet and perfect, I had to grip the workbench to stay upright.
"Lark," I gasped as she took me deeper, her tongue doing wicked things along my length. "God, that feels incredible."
She hummed in agreement, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. Her technique was confident, enthusiastic, her hands working in tandem with her mouth until I was teetering on the edge of control.
"Wait," I managed, gently pulling away. "I need to be inside you."
She rose gracefully, and I lifted her back onto the workbench, positioning myself between her thighs.
"Are you sure?” I whispered, stroking her cheek.
"Yes," she assured me. “I need you, Wade. Now.”
With that reassurance, I positioned myself at her entrance. We both moaned as I slowly pushed inside her, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping me almost overwhelming. I held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to my size, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
But there was only pleasure in her expression as she urged me deeper, her heels pressing against my lower back. "More," she demanded, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts.
I obliged, setting a steady rhythm that had her gasping with each movement. Her body was wonderfully responsive, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that threatened to undo my control. I reached between us, finding the sensitive bud at her core and circling it with my thumb.
"Wade," she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I'm close again."
"Come for me," I encouraged, increasing the pace of my thrusts. "I want to feel you."
Her second climax was even more intense than the first, her back arching as she cried out my name. The pulsing of her inner walls around me was too much to resist, and I followed her over the edge, release crashing through me in waves of pleasure more intense than anything I'd experienced before.
For several moments we remained locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. I rested my forehead against hers, unwilling to break the connection just yet.
"That was..." she began, trailing off as words failed her again.
"Yeah," I agreed, understanding perfectly what she couldn't quite articulate.
Eventually I withdrew, feeling the loss of connection immediately. I helped her down from the workbench, her legs a bit unsteady beneath her. We cleaned up with shop towels, exchanging shy smiles and occasional touches that felt both new and familiar at the same time.
We ended up on the old leather couch I kept in the corner of the workshop, her body curled against mine, her head resting on my chest.
"I think we've officially crossed a line in our arrangement," she said after a while, her finger tracing idle patterns on my skin.
"Several lines," I agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "No going back now."
She was quiet for a moment, and I wondered if she was already regretting what we'd done. But when she looked up at me, her expression was open, vulnerable.
"I don't want to go back," she admitted softly. "I just don't know where we go from here."
"Forward," I suggested, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "One day at a time."
As we lay there, the setting sun casting golden light through the workshop windows, I knew that whatever happened next, I was already in deeper than I'd intended. Lark Hayes had somehow slipped past my defenses, awakening feelings I'd thought safely dormant.
She nestled closer, her breath warm against my skin. "I didn't expect any of this when I came to Wintervale."
"Me neither," I admitted, running my fingers through her silky blonde hair. "But I'm not complaining."
Later, as darkness fell completely, we moved to my bedroom, unwilling to part for the night. We showered together, soap-slick bodies leading to yet another round of lovemaking against the tiled wall, water cascading over us as we lost ourselves in each other again.
When we finally collapsed into my bed, exhaustion overtaking us both, she curled against me naturally, as if we'd been sleeping together for years instead of hours. I pulled the blankets over us, my arm around her waist, her back pressed to my chest.
"Stay," I whispered, not specifying whether I meant for the night or forever.
"I'm not going anywhere," she murmured sleepily, her fingers intertwining with mine.
As her breathing evened out in sleep, I allowed myself to hope that maybe she meant beyond tonight. That perhaps what had started as something fake and temporary might become something real and lasting.
I didn't even care what happened next—I was in the moment, the moment was now, and this woman was in my arms, and it was perfect. I'd hang on as long as she'd let me.