Page 24 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“Um, don’t you have to work?”
“Tomorrow is Saturday.”
“Oh yeah.” He moved his thumb so it feathered over her bottom lip.
“Lark?”
“Hmmm?”
“What time?”
She licked her bottom lip and he groaned. He’d known Lark Sorenson for three years now, and he knew damn good and well that she wasn’t teasing him, which only made it worse.
“Do that again.” He traced his thumb over her now wet bottom lip, and his cock pressed against the zipper of his slacks.
She shook her head, and her eyes focused.
Damn. Dazed had been a good look for her.
“Until I sample the kiss, Barona, there’s no need to make plans for tomorrow.”
“Point taken.”
She reached up and pushed the fingers of her right hand into his hair, her short nails scraping against his scalp. After one more stroke of his thumb, he lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers.
Electric. Her nails dug in deeper and it felt good.
He pulled her other hand up so it could rest on his chest, then he gently cupped her jaw, turning her head slightly so the angle was right, and pressed another whisper-soft kiss against her lips.
“Two,” she moaned.
“Those weren’t kisses. I was just testing the waters, Honey.”
She opened her mouth again, probably to say something, but he wasn’t having any of it, so he covered her mouth with his. He slid his lips against hers. The texture was warm, wet velvet, and when he ran his tongue along her inner lip he tasted her berry-flavored sigh.
Lark started to pet him, her left hand kneading his dress shirt.
He wanted nothing more than to feel her fingers, her hands, touching his bare skin. For just a moment he was tempted to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped himself. That wasn’t part of this, so instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, then deepened the kiss.
Lark slid her hand upwards and twined it around his neck. Even in her high-heeled boots, she was a tiny little thing and had to really reach. Kostya bent further, his tongue coaxing her mouth open even more.
Lark let out a little mewl, and he stroked his hand up her back even though he really wanted to grab the firm globe of her ass.
Just a kiss, Barona.
He traced long, languid strokes up and down her spine as he explored her mouth, glorying in her taste and passion. She scraped her nails down along the back of his skull until she reached the sensitive nape of his neck. He thought he would explode. He pulled away from her.
“Lark,” he groaned. “What you do to me.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
He moved his hands and slowly cupped her cheeks. They were hot, he figured his were too. “You don’t really mean that.”
She breathed deeply. Once. Twice. Then she nodded. Her smile was shaky.
“You’re right, just a kiss.”
She sounds as regretful as I feel.
