Tinsel (Lark Cove #4)(59)

Not with Sofia Kendrick racing across the lobby.

And right into my arms.





“I need.” I panted twice. “My key.”

Dakota tore his mouth away from my neck, growling as I dug into my purse for the keycard to the penthouse. I found it and reached behind me, pressing it to the space above the handle.

My back was pressed against the door, my legs wrapped around Dakota’s hips as he used an arm underneath my ass to hold me up.

The moment we’d stepped off the elevator into my private space, we’d attacked each other. The lobby outside my door was private, a waiting space for any visitors, which was good considering I’d torn Dakota’s shirt over his head two seconds ago and my blouse was open and hanging loose, showing him the sheer lace bra underneath.

Both of us had swollen lips, and I’d scratched the skin on his shoulders, clawing my way up his body. He’d left a bite mark above my collarbone.

Four months without him had been too long.

With the door unlocked, Dakota turned the knob and pushed it open, carrying me inside. I dropped my thirteen-thousand-dollar handbag, not caring that the calfskin had never once touched a floor. All I cared about was getting Dakota’s mouth back onto mine, feeling his soft, wet lips as his tongue pushed hard against my own.

His erection was digging into my core, the heat of my center permeating through my slacks and his jeans.

“Need. You.” I was barely able to breathe as I slid a hand between us and went for his zipper.

He set me down on the hand-carved table in my entryway. My ass was barely perched on the wood, but it was enough that he could reach between us and free himself from his jeans.

My heart jumped as I saw the enormous bulge trying to break free from his black boxer briefs.

His calloused fingers went to the tab on my slacks, pulling them roughly apart. The zipper ripped open as his hands gripped the fabric on my hips, yanking them away along with my panties.

The movement pulled me off the table and right into his chest. I held on to his shoulders as he stripped me down, the wide-leg slacks pooling around my heels as I kicked them free.

I hopped back up into Dakota’s arms and wrapped my legs around his back. My trainer had added a yoga regime over the last few months to help me manage stress. The results were mixed for my anxieties. But if this flexibility was a side benefit, yoga had just become a permanent practice.

Dakota yanked down the fabric of his briefs between us, fisting his cock and positioning it at my entrance.

I was primed and ready for his thrust, to be filled and stretched, but at the last second, I stopped him. “Wait.”

His eyes snapped down to mine, his chest expanding in heaves. “What?”

“Condom?”

His eyes narrowed and the sudden tense of his jaw made me scramble.

“I haven’t been with anyone,” I blurted. “Have you?”

“No.” And with that, he thrust forward, impaling me.

I cried out, my head falling backward as my eyes slammed shut. I shuddered as sheer pleasure rolled down my spine. My inner thighs trembled as he stayed rooted.

His arms were shaking as he held me up. His shoulders quivered as he held back his own release.

“Missed you.” I dropped my chin and put my forehead onto his shoulder. “God, I missed you.”

Dakota took two steps, maneuvering around the table so he could plaster my back up against the wall. When I was secure, he let go of my ass with one hand and brought it up to my face, cupping my cheek. “Missed you too.”

I smiled then gave him my lips for a soft, sweet kiss. That was the only tender moment between us.

The frenzy that had brought us barreling into my penthouse returned, and we went at each other like animals.

My first orgasm came fast and with such force that my skull banged into the wall behind me.

After that, Dakota moved a hand to the back of my head, keeping it in place the entire time he fucked me with a relentless rhythm until I shattered around him once more, coaxing his own orgasm free.

With a spinning head and wobbling legs, Dakota put me down, his come dripping down my legs. That sexy smirk of his, the one he had whenever I was marked with his release, made him look so devilishly handsome.

“Thank you for coming.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t have to thank me. The pleasure was all mine.”

I laughed. “Thanks for coming to New York.”

“Welcome.” He grinned. “From what I’ve seen, it’s an awesome city.”

“Do you feel like doing some sightseeing?”

“Yeah.” He dropped his gaze to his bare cock, standing thick and glistening, ready for another go. “Let’s start with your bedroom.”




“Where do you want to go first?” I asked Dakota as we slid into the town car parked along the curb of my building.

“Your studio.”

I smiled and looked to my driver, Glen, in the rearview mirror. “To the studio, please.”

“Yes, Ms. Kendrick.” He nodded and rolled up the partition between us.

Dakota and I hadn’t left my penthouse yesterday after he’d arrived. We’d spent the rest of the day in my bed, remembering how it felt to be together. We’d ordered in dinner and eaten it at my kitchen island. Then he’d fucked me again, this time on the beige couch in my living room.