As I walked to the studio, Aaron followed slowly behind me. I felt him planning things that were too much too soon. A week earlier, I barely knew him. Even after talking on our date and last night, I was still learning about Aaron. He wanted to save me though. A part of me wanted to be saved. A bigger part of me wanted to be with Aaron every possible minute. The logical Lark knew we were rushing into things because of Larry. Of course, the asshole wasn’t a good reason to ruin a good start to an amazing opportunity.
Moving around his studio, I was again amazed by how different I looked to him than the way I saw myself. In the art, my eyes were full of such energy that I never saw in the mirror. Glancing back at Aaron, I smiled. However, he was deep in thought and didn’t notice.
Wearing just his boxers, he looked too irresistible. Especially since he was pouting. I joined him near the door and he stared down at me with those amazing eyes.
“A whole week without you,” he muttered. “It’s bullshit and I need to tell old Larry where to stick his rules.”
“Why force things when this weekend has been so prefect?”
“Because I’m spoiled and don’t want to wait,” he said, fighting a little grin. “If we leave shit to fate, nothing will happen.”
“You sound like a whiny baby,” I murmured, running my fingernails down his chest as I knelt on the ground. “Someone needs a nap.”
Aaron sighed. “Don’t.”
When he reached to stop me, I slapped away his hand. “Don’t boss me around,” I warned, running my tongue along the edge of my top teeth. “I’m no one’s bitch and you will submit.”
Laughing, Aaron caressed my hair. “You can know how hot the look was that you just gave me.”
“Will you draw it for me later?” I asked while tugging down his boxers and freeing an erection clearly on a different page as the pouty man attached to it. “Your cock missed me.”
“Damn,” he whispered, wanting relief immediately. “Let’s go inside.”
Stroking him, I smiled at Aaron. “Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful. Let’s go inside.”
“Tell me your body is a work of art.” I whispered, kissed the head of his cock.
“Lark.”
“Tell me your cock is a work of art.”
Shivering, he reached to lift me to my feet, but I squirmed away. “I want you in bed.”
“I’m ignoring you now. I refuse to be bossed around on my days off.”
Aaron started to laugh until I licked the head of his cock. A soft exhale later and he was finally a quiet boy while I sucked him soft then with more intensity. Enjoying the salty warmth of his skin, I licked the length of him then teased his balls. As I sucked at the soft underside of his cock, I swore Aaron stopped breathing. By the time he came, I knew exactly how to make him squirm.
Licking away the last drops, I smiled at him. “Aren’t you glad I didn’t listen to you and stop?”
“Baby, I’ve never been so glad about anything in my life,” Aaron said, lifting me to my feet. “I take that back. I was happier when I learned you were spending the weekend here. I was happier when you got out of Bailey’s car and I knew I had you to myself all weekend. Every happy moment is because of you.”
“I am pretty amazing.”
Aaron smiled. “You’re being sarcastic, but I’m not. You’re mine.”
My smile faded and I stared into his eyes. “I want that more than anything. Right here with you, I can pretend the world doesn’t exist outside us.”
Wrapping his arms around my body, Aaron kissed me tenderly. As he held me against him, we sighed in a completely relaxed way.
“I need to take you inside where I can do things to you.”
“What kind of things?” I asked, grinning. “Will I make your dogs howl?”
“Hell yeah,” Aaron said, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his powerful hips.
“I’ve never done that before,” I whispered before going inside. “You were my first.”
Aaron kissed my cheek. “I’m less worried about being your first, Lark. I just want to be your last.”
Nuzzling the crook of his neck, I smiled into his warm flesh. “I want to pretend nothing and no one especially not fate wants to keep us apart. Can we pretend that the rest of the weekend and not think about when Bailey will show up?”
“For you, I can pretend anything.”
Chapter Twenty Four - Aaron
Letting Lark get into Bailey’s SUV was torture. If I had my way, she would move into the house and I’d enjoy every morning waking to that lovely smile. Instead, I watched her disappear around the corner, knowing I wouldn’t be alone with her again until next weekend.
Every morning Lark worked at the restaurant, I visited and stole a few kisses while she served me coffee and French toast. She was different now and I loved the changes. More confident, Lark smiled easily and often. Whenever she glanced at me and beamed in such a way, I knew she wasn’t faking anything. Lark was mine and wasn’t planning on letting me go.
The rest of my days were dull in comparison to those fleeting moments with Lark. Hanging out with Cooper was annoying because he kept talking about his sperm and his woman’s eggs. He knew I wanted him to shut up which was why he talked about it more.