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Delilah nods, her lovely smile returning to her face. She likes having a plan. Noted. I can’t wait to find out every detail about her and how her mind works. I’m hoping tonight is the first of many nights spent together.
7
DELILAH
For the second morning in a row, I find myself smiling because of Archer. A little over a week ago, the thought of that man making me happy would have been absurd. But now? Now, I can’t stop replaying last night in my head. I dreamt about his touch, his tongue, the way he filled me and owned me and then praised me after.
I take a fortifying breath and try to clear my mind. I have a whole day of work ahead of me with several custom arrangements going out this afternoon, not to mention clearing space for the new inventory coming tomorrow.
I lose track of time, though my thoughts never stray far from the big, gruff, yet surprisingly sweet man working away next door. The noise level has been better the last few days, and Archer informed me most of the big tear-down and gutting projects are over, so it’ll be quieter this week.
Honestly though, I don’t even care anymore. Is the noise and racket over there annoying? Yes. But it’s temporary. What Archer and I have found… that’s forever. Right? Or am I just being naive and falling for the first man to ever show me attention?
But no, what we shared, how he held me… it was like I was special, a rare jewel he was lucky enough to find. I just hope I’m not reading this whole situation wrong.
As if conjuring him up, Archer walks inside my shop, a hungry look in his dark eyes. “Date?” he blurts, much like yesterday. This time he has a smirk on his face that makes my heart leap and my face heat.
“Dress code optional?” I ask, a spark of lust igniting in my lower belly. The flames lick my nerves, prickling my skin and making me aware of Archer’s every movement. He closes the distance between us in four long strides, then leaps over the counter, making me laugh at his eagerness.
My laugh quickly turns into a moan as he cups the side of my neck, applying the lightest of pressure while pulling me into his arms. Archer’s kiss is wild and untamed, and I get the feeling that he’s been thinking about me all day, too.
“Whatever you want, beautiful,” he rasps against my lips before taking them in a punishing kiss.
That gives me the confidence to tell him exactly what I want. It's not food I'm hungry for; it's Archer. I want him to be all my firsts. Even if he leaves me one day like everyone else does, at least I'll have these memories to hang on to. At least I'll be able to say I had an incredible whirlwind romance once in my life.
“Take me back to your place,” I murmur, blinking up at the most handsome, gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. How did I get here, to this moment, with Archer staring down into the depths of my soul?
I don’t want to question it, I just want to enjoy the moment.
Like yesterday, Archer helps me close up the shop and then leads me out to his truck. He helps me inside, though this time instead of just looking at my ass, he palms my cheek, squeezing the soft flesh as he groans.
“Hey!” I chastise him, though I’m just teasing. He gives me a pat on the butt, making me giggle as I buckle my seatbelt.
Archer races around to his side of the vehicle, nearly ripping the door off its hinges as he jumps inside.
“Eager, much?” I joke.
He starts the truck, then looks over at me, the heat in his eyes replaced with a tender, understanding gaze. “You set the pace, Delilah. I promise to follow your lead and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I nod, smiling at this caring man as he pulls onto the street and begins the short trip to his house. Again, I feel confidence shining into those dark, lonely places in my soul, lighting all of me up and making me bold enough to ask for what I want. Right now I want to surrender to the man who brought all of that out in me.
I guide Archer’s hand to my knee, then slowly slide it up, so his fingers slip under the hem of my dress and rub against the bare skin of my inner thigh. “And if I want more?”
He makes a sound in the back of his throat, half groan, half growl, all hunger. “You’ll have to be more specific, Delilah.” God, his deep, dark voice wraps around me and squeezes me tight, creating the most delicious pressure in my lower belly. “What do you want, exactly?”
Archer inches his hand further up my thigh until his pinky is touching my lace panties. I try to respond, but all that comes out is a breathy whimper. He growls and hooks his finger underneath the elastic, barely touching my pussy.
"Do you want me to touch you here?" he purrs, pulling the thin strip of fabric to the side as I open my legs wider for him. I nod and gasp when he drags a finger through my slit, collecting an embarrassing amount of wetness as he goes. "Jesus, do you want me to lick this mess up? Suck on your clit until you come hard on my tongue?" I whimper again and shimmy my hips, trying to get him to touch my throbbing clit. He chuckles darkly and continues to torture me, massage my pussy everywhere except where I need him most.
“Archer…” I moan, bucking my hips. In the back of my mind, I know we’re still in Archer’s car, but my body is somewhere else completely. I’m on a different plane of existence, stuck somewhere between pain and pleasure. Blood pulses and rushes through my body, making me ache with every beat of my heart.
He groans as he zips through traffic, one hand on the wheel, one hand teasing me out of my damn mind. Archer takes sweet mercy on me, circling my entrance with the tip of his blunt, calloused finger and then pushing inside.
I clench around him, tipping my head back and clawing at the seat, the console, the side of the door, trying to find something to hold on to. I curl my fingers around the edge of my seat, giving me leverage to rock my hips back and forth.
“Fuck, Delilah, do you need me to fill this greedy pussy? Need me to give you every inch of my hard as fuck cock?”
“Y-yes… yes, god, yes…”
