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I felt like I was in some kind of daze, a far-off dream that was both relaxing and arousing, as I closed my eyes, free-falling into the sensation of his fingers gently stretching me, teasing and pushing me, as they slipped inside me and began to move.
Archer’s touch was as confident as his kiss. His fingers worked to seduce my body as his lips seduced my soul. He was everywhere but still not close enough, and I arched up into his hands, needing even more.
As though he could read my mind, Archer removed his fingers and shifted between my legs, and I pulled my knees up to my chest, opening myself to him in the most primal way.
“Take me.” I licked my lips. “Make me yours.”
A possessive light glinted in his eyes as he wrapped a large hand around his steely length. He guided it to my eager entrance, and as the head of his cock bumped up against my tight ring of muscle, I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Archer eased himself inside of me one thick inch at a time, and I moaned at the sensations flooding me. He felt incredible, hard and hot, pulsing and alive, and I rolled my hips to get him even deeper.
Archer gripped the pillow under my head and slowly began to move in and out of me. His heart beat fast against my chest, as his warm breath swept across my skin like a seductive caress.
I was surrounded, enveloped, completely taken over by him, and I’d never felt more connected to another living soul.
“I love you.” I punctuated my confession with a kiss to his temple, and Archer lifted his head and caught my lips in a kiss I felt in every fiber of my being.
His tongue plunged into my mouth at the same time his cock did my body, and as we began to move in complete synchronicity, it was as if nothing in the world mattered but the two of us.
“Preston.” Archer lifted his head and looked down at me. The expression on his face was so full of love and awe that it just about took my breath away. “Can’t ever go back…”
I knew exactly what he was saying. That after tonight, there was no going back. No hiding this, us, from the world. No more sneaking around in the shadows.
I knew because I felt the exact same way.
I tightened my legs around his waist, my ankles crossed at his lower back, as I swallowed every moan, every sigh, every promise he whispered.
I wanted to lose myself inside him, and have him get lost in me.
“Let go for me, you pretty young thing.”
I tensed at the nickname that was all mine, and my orgasm rushed down my spine. It caught me up in its tumultuous wave, and I pulled Archer to me as though he were a lifeline and I was about to get swept away.
Emotions bombarded me from every direction, and as they crashed into me with blinding force, Archer’s name echoed around my room. He stiffened inside me, and as he trailed his fingers down my cheek, I turned my head and kissed them.
We were right there, standing at the edge of our future, and all we had to do was jump.
As I began to tremble and fall apart beneath Archer, he buried his face in my neck and followed me.
Two souls coming together as one, as we fell into forever.
THIRTY-FIVE
archer
THE GENTLE, RHYTHMIC sound of Preston’s breathing kept me company as I lay wrapped around him in the soft cocoon of his sheets and quilt, watching the snow fall outside.
It was the perfect end to a not-so-perfect night, but as Preston snuggled against my chest, I knew I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
I was in love—deeply, unequivocally in love with Preston Abernathy.
When in the world had that happened? It was only weeks ago that I’d thought he was going to end up my son-in-law. To think about that now was just unfathomable, how this beautiful man was hiding such an important side of himself. It was heartbreaking, and something we needed to discuss further if we were going to have a chance at anything more.
I kissed the soft strands of his hair and gently extricated myself from his arms, not wanting to wake him. It wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep, more like I didn’t trust myself to.
Was it possible to feel both restless and peaceful at the same time? I wasn’t sure. But the idea that I might wake up and find out this was all a dream, or that I was in the midst of somemidlife crisis and that Preston, the sweet, gorgeous man in my arms, wasn’t really mine, had sleep eluding me.
I shifted off the mattress, scooped up my dress pants, and pulled them on. Maybe a drink would help with the insomnia—it certainly couldn’t hurt, and I knew Preston would have some kind of liquor in this place.
