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Heat.
I didn’t take my eyes off him as I gently took the glass from him and lifted it to my own lips. Was it wrong I wanted a taste of him any way I could get it, even if it was only my mouth touching the place his had been?
In the back of my mind, I could hear the muffled shout of “yes,” but the whiskey making its way down my throat washed it away. My heart pounded as his eyes dropped to my mouth, and I waited for him to move away—to realize we were too close, that the energy in the room had changed into something so full of sexual tension that my dick was thrumming with it, punching against the confines of my pants.
But he didn’t step back. He stayed right there, a breath away, watching me so intently I could practically feel his hands on me.
God, I wanted his hands on me.
I swallowed down the rest of his whiskey, licked the remnants off my lips, and stopped breathing when I thought Mr. Carrington—fuck it—Archer’shead moved toward me.
Maybe I’d been seeing things. Maybe it was all the alcohol I’d consumed in the short span of time we’d been here. Or maybe it was just that I wanted this man so goddamn much that I threw common sense aside and made a move.
“No,” I said, my voice resolute. “You’re perfect.”
I reached for him, curving my free hand around the back of his neck, bringing him forward those few precious inches until his mouth met mine.
The moment I felt the soft press of his lips, he went stock-still, but it lasted such a brief moment, not even a heartbeat, that I didn’t have time to panic that I’d made a mistake.
Archer’s tongue flirted along my lower lip, then slipped inside, and before I could even start to process…I was kissing him andhewas kissingme.
A soft groan rumbled out of me, all of my pent-up desire for this man racing to the surface as I tightened my fingers at the back of his neck. I sucked on the tongue now plundering my mouth as confidently as everything else this man did and closed my eyes, never wanting this kiss to end.
This kiss that was unlike any other I’d had before.
This kiss that wasobliteratingany other I’d had before.
As the smooth taste of whiskey and Archer mixed into a potent blend, I swallowed it down, knowing I had no hope of fighting it.
Jesus. This was the last thing I’d expected when I was sent to track him down. He turned us in the alcove and my back hit the wall. Archer’s foot moved between mine, and I immediately shifted my legs apart.
How long had I wanted this? Too long to stop or push him away, that was for damn sure. So when his tongue rubbed against mine, my hips shot forward, and the erection he’d inspired rubbed up against his thigh.
The rational part of my brain was a distant memory now as I chased after what I’d wanted—no,craved—for years, even though I knew it was wrong. And when his hand moved between us and down over my straining pants, a throaty groan left him.
Fuck. Yes. Touch me. Please, keep touching me.
I would’ve begged him to, but that would require me to take my lips off his, and nothing short of—“Holy fuck!”—an outside voice intruding and making my world implode could’ve gotten me to stop in that moment.
Wait—what?
At the sound of my friend Travis’s shocked outburst, Archer and I froze. The realization that someone was witnessing this moment was a shock toallour systems.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck.
Travis’s eyes ping-ponged between us as his mouth tried to form words. But I quickly extricated myself from between the wall and Archer—Mr. Carrington—before the situation could go from bad to worse.
How in the hell had I let this happen?
Oh, I know—too much alcohol, Mr. Carrington looking at my lips like he wanted to taste them, and then my giving in andofferinghim that taste.
I needed to get Travis the hell out of there. Ineededto work out some kind of explanation for everything, and I needed to do it all quick.
Mr. Carrington’s cheeks looked flushed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, the kiss, or being caught. But, not about to stick around and find out, I thrust the tumbler into his hand and hurried out to Travis, his jaw practically on the floor.
When I grabbed his arm and started to tug on it, Travis stumbled back a step and then turned.
“Was that Serena’s?—”
