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I nod, my heart soaring even as the little voice of doubt tells me this is going to end in heartbreak.
6
ARCHER
“Am I dressed okay? I wasn’t expecting an evening out,” Delilah says once we have her store all locked up for the evening. She looks down at her V-neck shirt and dark-wash shorts, then brushes a tiny green leaf off of her shoulder, her cheeks glowing pink.
I take her hand in mine, not wanting her to feel self-conscious for a single second. "You're perfect," I tell her truthfully, my eyes lingering on her thick thighs and shapely legs. "Besides, the dress code at this place is pretty lax. In fact, when I get you there, clothing might be optional altogether."
Delilah’s eyes widen, those blue irises equal parts shocked and amused. I worry for a moment that I crossed a line, but then she smacks my chest playfully and rolls her eyes at me. All is right in the world.
I lead Delilah over to my truck, opening the door for her and helping her inside. I get an exceptional view of her round, juicy ass as she climbs into the truck, and a groan slips out as I imagine sinking into her from behind.
“Thinking dirty thoughts over there?” she jokes once she’s seated.
“Around you, beautiful? I can’t seem to help myself.”
Her little smile lets me know she likes my praise - even if it’s filthy. God, what that does to me. I want to compliment her and encourage her as well as call her my good little girl when she obeys me. Fuck, I’m so wound up in this woman already.
I was going to take my girl out to a steak bistro with a bunch of good reviews and no prices on the menu, but I realized that’s not who either of us are. I’ll take her out to all the fancy dinners she wants in the future, and she certainly deserves them all, but for our first meal together… I want her all to myself.
“I thought we could order pizza and watch a movie at my place,” I tell her, hoping it’s not a disappointment.
I can feel Delilah relax, and I know I made the right decision.
“Honestly, that sounds amazing. People wear me out,” she sighs, her hand resting on the center console. I cover it with mine, loving the feeling of her soft skin against the rough palm of my hand.
“Look at that, we already have something in common,” I say with a smile.
Turning down Mulberry Lane, I pull into the second driveway on the right and park my truck. Delilah reaches for the door, but I hop out of my seat and race over to her side, wanting to show her I can be a gentleman. I hold my hand out for her, and she places her delicate hand in mine, letting me pull her into my arms before setting her back down on the ground.
My girl is a little breathless, and I’ll admit, I love it. She’s so eager, her body so damn responsive to every little touch, every kiss, every stroke of my finger across her porcelain skin.
I unlock the door and show her inside, aware of how sparse my home is for the first time. I try looking at things through Delilah’s eyes, and I worry it’s too bland, too much of a man cave, too–
“Wow, you have a ton of space in here,” she says in awe, spinning around in the front entry with her arms spread out. “And so much potential! Oh man, what I would do with this space. A philodendron would be a great low-light plant that would bring a pop of fresh green into this area,” she informs me as she marches through the house.
I love that she feels comfortable here. Comfortable with me. I also love that she can picture herself here. With me. Decorating our home.
“What else?” I ask as I follow behind her like the lovesick puppy I am.
“Oh. Em. Gee!!” Delilah squeals when she gets into the kitchen and dining area. “A south-facing window! You could have tropical plants, a palm tree, oooh! And a fiddle leaf fig!”
She turns to face me, the light from the window silhouetting my beautiful girl and making her red hair sparkle in the fading sunset. She’s absolutely irresistible.
I close the distance between us and cup the back of her neck, drawing her in for a kiss. Fuck, I’ve missed her lips. Her taste. Her warmth. How is it possible to already be addicted to everything about her?
She moans into my mouth as my hands trace the curve of her hips and grip her thighs. I easily lift her onto the kitchen table and step in between her legs. Delilah wraps her legs around me and rocks her hips against my aching cock. Fuck, I can feel her heat, her need. I need it, too. Need to taste her.
I break the kiss to nip and kiss her jaw, down her neck, and across her shoulder. I can't explain the need to sink my teeth into her soft flesh, to suck, and mark her as my own. My dick grows impossibly harder when I picture her creamy skin red from the way I've loved her.
“Archer… Archer…” She moans my name as I growl into her skin. My hands slip under the hem of her shirt and grip her soft curves before dipping below the waistband of her shorts.
“I need something. I-I don’t know…”
Shit, I know what she needs and I’m going to give it to her right the fuck now.
“I’ve got you, beautiful. I’ll always give you what you need.”
