"You love Silent Night too." His gaze is soft on my face. "You hum it all day at the office. I love the sound. I love the song now too."
I hold the snow globe tightly in my hands. "My mom used to sing it to me every Christmas night before I fell asleep."
"I'll sing it to you tonight."
I feel my eyes well with tears. "You'd do that for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, Lark. Anything."
Chapter 16
Ryker
Sweat runs down my temple. I brush it away with a quick swipe of my hand. I'm not moving. I don't care how hot it is in this room. I'm a man on a mission, and right now my goal is to coax another orgasm out of Lark.
I ate her pussy once while she quietly circled her hips and tugged on my hair. I took her silence to mean I wasn't doing a good enough job even though she flooded my tongue with the tangy taste of her release when she fell over the edge.
I know she's fighting her desire to scream and cry out.
"You don't have to be shy with me, Lark." I kiss the inside of her thigh, my lips stalling over her small heart-shaped tattoo. "You can be as loud as you want."
"My neighbors," she whispers. "I don't want them to know what we're doing."
"They can't hear us." I jerk my head toward the radiator. "That fucking thing sounds like a freight train. It's like Grand Central in here. No one can hear you come but me."
"The super will fix the heat issue in a few days." She skims her hand over her belly and the hint of sweat that's coating her skin. "We can stop if it's too hot for you."
I crawl up her nude body, pressing my erection against her stomach before I straddle her. "I'm not stopping. I want to drink in the taste of you. I want that to be what's on my tongue when I wake up tomorrow."
She swallows hard. "You're different than other men."
"I sure as hell hope so." I chuckle as I push my hair back from my forehead.
"No." She shakes her head, causing a few strands of her long blonde hair to stick to the side of her face. "You touch me in different ways. You kiss me in places I'm not used to. You want me to be loud."
If that was her first time receiving oral I fucked it up. I didn’t give it my all. I intend to but that was just a prelude of what's to come.
"Was that your first time, Lark?" I ask even though I'm not sure she'll answer. "Have you never been eaten out before?"
She covers her face with her hands. "I have. My first boyfriend did it, but not like you do. You kiss me there like you kiss my mouth."
I yank her hands into mine, pinning them next to her head on the bed. "Your pussy is as delicious as your mouth. I'll salivate every time I think about it now. I'll want to taste it every time we're together."
"You don't mean that." She tries to laugh my comments away.
"I mean every word." I dip my head to circle her right nipple with my tongue. "I'm going to savor you the way you deserve. I'm going to help you experience everything you want."
"I've had experiences." A pink blush blooms on her cheeks. "I've had lovers."
"You've had sex partners," I correct her. "You've never had a lover. A lover would worship all of this. He'd crave it and beg you for more when you're ready to fall asleep."
She studies my face intently.
"A lover would need to hear you come as much as he feels it. He'd want you to yearn for his touch as much as he yearns for yours. He'd make love to you tenderly and then flip you over and fuck you hard. When he's done, a lover will hold you and remind you that he'll never fucking get enough of you."
Her eyes skim over my body. "Are you my lover?"
I rest my forehead against hers. "Absolutely. I'm your lover. You're only lover and you're mine."