One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance(60)

The closer we got to the rocky outcropping at the base of the lighthouse, the fewer people there were to interrupt us. I found a quiet corner and gestured for Lark to sit. Enjoying our ice cream, we sat in comfortable silence, looking out at the waves that disappeared into the horizon.

She leaned into me and held her cone out. “Want a bite?”

I eyed it skeptically, like I wasn’t sure if her choice in ice cream was up to my standards. Lark playfully rolled her eyes at me. I leaned forward and lowered my mouth to her cone.

Then she squished cherry chocolate chunk into my face.

What a shit.

I sighed even as my chest began to shake with laughter.

Her melodic giggle was infectious as she tried to pull herself together. I simply stared at her, doing a shit job at keeping a straight face while melting ice cream dripped from my chin. “Mmm. It’s really good. Can I have a little more?”

A fresh round of laughter burst out of her as I leaned down and aggressively bit off the top half of her ice cream.

“Hey, that’s too much!”

Deep, hearty laughter felt strange in my chest as I wiped at my chin. “That’s what you get.”

She licked one side of her cone to try to straighten it out, but it was hopeless, and I mopped up the mess on my chin with napkins.

“Can I try yours?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I huffed at how fucking cute she was.

I held my cone up, and she leaned in for a bite. I jerked my hand, and when she pulled back, my unrestrained laughter rang out.

“I’m kidding. I won’t.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Even if you do deserve it.”

In that moment, the full force of Lark’s breathtaking smile was just for me. I wanted to bottle it up, save it, and tuck it away so no one else could have it.

I held my hand steady as she lowered her head. My eyes tracked how her mouth moved. How her lips closed over the creamy ice cream. The hum of her throat as she closed her eyes and savored the bite.

My heart clunked.

A dot of ice cream clung to her lower lip, and I couldn’t resist.

“You missed some.” My voice had dropped, turning thick and gravelly. I leaned forward, and instead of wiping away the drop with my thumb, I swiped my tongue across her full lower lip.

Her soft exhale brushed across my mouth. I moved in again, closing the fraction of space between us as I took her mouth. It was cool, sweet, and delicious. I moaned into her, thinking of all the depraved things I wanted to do with Lark.

I wanted her—needed her—unlike anyone I’d ever met.

And I needed her now.

I was sure I looked crazed when we broke apart, but I pinned her with my glare. “We’re leaving.”





26





LARK





Wyatt kicked open the front door to his farmhouse, and the screen door closed behind us with a slam. Our mouths were frantic—hungry and seeking.

Barely inside the house, Wyatt had me pressed against a wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as his hands tangled in my hair, controlling the kiss. Need and passion radiated from him, and I was just as eager to soak up every last drop.

I planted my hands on his shoulders to break free, and his mouth captured my neck. “Wait. The kids.”

Wyatt’s voice was heady and deep. “Gone for the weekend.” His arms tightened around my back. “You’re all mine.”

Desire coursed through me. Thrilled at the prospect of a house alone with Wyatt, I arched into him, accepting his kiss and reveling in the way his teeth scraped against the thin skin of my neck. It drove me wild.

Wyatt walked us through the foyer and turned the corner into the kitchen. He tipped me backward, depositing me onto the kitchen table, and yanked away my cutoff jean shorts. My hands went to my T-shirt.

“Did you wear this for me?” His hands smoothed up my exposed ribs, looking over the university tee I’d cropped just for him.

I nodded and smirked.

“Leave it on.”

Bracing my hands behind me, I thrust my boobs in the air and wrapped my legs around his waist. He crushed his lips to mine. We were frantic for every touch, every taste.

Wyatt leaned back, and I released him from my hold. His hand went to his belt, and when he whipped it off in one smooth motion, a choked squeal of delight escaped me. He reached behind his head and removed his shirt in the sexiest, most manly way possible. I could feel my pussy go slick. He took off the rest of his clothing and stood in front of me, butt naked and utterly confident.

Goddamn he’s beautiful.

The intense furrow in his brow made me only hotter. I couldn’t wait until he unleashed all that pent-up frustration and grumpiness on me. He gripped his dick and stroked his length. I slipped my hands inside my tee to remove my bra.

Wyatt’s hungry eyes watched me as he continued to pump himself. I absorbed his gaze in eager anticipation.

“What do you want, Lark? Tell me. You can have anything you want as long as you say it.”

“I want it.” My eyes moved up to his, and I suddenly felt shy voicing exactly what I wanted. “Bare again.”

A cocky grin spread as he stepped forward. My legs wound around his hips and held him close. Wyatt gripped his cock as he teased me through my underwear. “Like I said, anything you want, baby.”

My head lolled back as he tortured and teased me. I clenched, wanting to be stretched and filled. His thick erection found the edge of my underwear.