Page 66 of Buried Under Ice

Her breath panted out.

“I can’t have you hating me even more after this.”Hell, was it possible for her to hate him more?

Her long, dark lashes swept to cover her stare.“I want you.”

That was it.All he needed to hear.He kissed her again.Took her into his arms and carried her back to the couch.Everything felt familiar but also different.When he stretched her out on the cushions, when he yanked off her boots and dragged down her jeans…

I tasted her here that last night we had together, with the fire flaring.

Her panties were still on.She hadn’t worn panties before.He’d nearly exploded when he saw her bare sex.This time, his fingers reached for the silk of her underwear.He stroked her though the panties, thinking that he could take his time and—

She caught his hand.“Harder,” Lark urged.“Don’t hold back with me.”

He heard his control shred.Or maybe that was her panties shredding.Because he’d just jerked them and the delicate fabric had ripped and now, he was shoving her thighs apart and putting his mouth on her.Tasting every delicious inch of her.Lashing with his tongue and taking her with no restraint.His fingers rubbed over her clit.His tongue thrust into her.Not some slow build-up.

He went straight to the full-on feast.

Her hips jerked and bucked, and Oliver used his other hand to hold her in place because he was just getting started.And she was—

Coming against his mouth.Coming for him already.She cried out his name, and he tasted her as the orgasm shook her body.When the trembles eased, his head lifted.

She still wore her shirt.Her hands gripped the cushions of the couch.Her eyes had closed, but they slowly opened, and she met his gaze.Her left hand freed the cushion.Reached up and touched his face.

An oddly tender moment when all he wanted to do was fuck without restraint.Fuck them both into oblivion.Fuck her like…

She’s the only thing that matters in my world.

He eased away from her.Rose to stand by the couch.

Lark blinked up at him.“Oliver?”

“There’s a perfectly good bed in my room.Let’s see if we can make it there.”To the bed and to the condoms that waited in the nightstand.He scooped her into his arms.

She began to kiss his neck.Soft, hesitant kisses.Then little, sensual licks of her tongue.

His hold tightened on her.“Lark…” A warning growl.

“I missed you,” she confessed.

He’d been in hell without her.

Those soft words had sealed her fate.Did she get that?He wouldn’t let her go again.Whatever he had to do in order to keep her, he would.Whoever I have to become, I’ll do it.

Oliver made it to his bedroom.Took her right to the bed and lowered her onto the mattress.He backed up to strip.While he ditched his clothes, she rose to her knees and watched him.

He kicked out of his shoes.Tossed the suit coat.Yanked at the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Let me help,” Lark offered, voice a husky temptation.She reached for him.Unhooked the buttons with fingers that trembled then pushed open his shirt.She leaned forward more, and her mouth pressed to his chest.Right over his heart.One kiss.Then another.Her mouth went to his nipple.Licked.Teased.

He wasn’t in the mood to tease.

Her mouth dipped down.Beneath his heart.She scattered tender kisses over the scar that a killer had left on him long ago.The SOB had been trying to take Oliver’s heart.

Bastard made a mistake.I didn’t have a heart then.He didn’t feel like he’d gotten a heart until he’d found Lark.Found her.Lost her.Had his freaking heart broken.

Her hand darted down his body.Undid his belt.Unhooked the button at the top of his pants and eased down his zipper.Her soft fingers moved to stroke him through his boxers.

“That whole night we had before,” Lark murmured, “and I didn’t get to taste all of you.”

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