He captured her lips, kissing and nibbling at her fuller bottom one as he teased her nipples into stiffer buds, learningjust how much pressure he could get away with before she cried out.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
He twisted each nipple, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. “What about that?”
“Yes!”
He ducked his head and brought the tip of one to his lips. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she dug her fingers into his scalp and dragged him closer. He lost it, licking and tasting first one, then the other, until she was out of control.
After tormenting minutes, he lifted his head and looked at her. Her face was flushed. Her breathing uneven. He brushed his thumb along her jaw.
Her lips parted on a hot pant of air.
“If I touch you,” he leaned in just enough to brushed her mouth without fully kissing her, “I’m not stopping halfway.”
“Archer, please. I want…”
He dropped his mouth to her ear. His voice was wrecked, barely controlled. He didn’t care. “You’re gonna let me finish this. Or you’re gonna tell me to stop right now.”
She twisted to look at him, eyes glowing.
“Yeah,” he murmured, voice throaty now. “That’s what I thought.”
* * * * *
Jolie’s body was already gone. Her mind had evaporated, and Archer was the only reason she was still on her feet.
There was no pulling back from this, no second-guessing, not with the way he looked at her, as if he’d been holding himself together all day.
His words were a sinful promise she expected him to keep, the sound sliding through her, low and dangerous. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on hers again.
Not teasing. Taking.
Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest, sending a sharp rush of heat between her thighs, and she arched into him.
She lost the flow of their kiss, and he tore away to nip her earlobe. “Stay with me. Don’t drift on me now.”
“I’m not,” she breathed, and it came out as a broken shiver.
He liked that. She felt it in the way his grip tightened on her waist and the way he captured her mouth again, kissing her like he was savoring every second instead of rushing it.
Her body was on fire. She wasn’t lying that it had been a long time since she had a man between her thighs, and never one who looked as hot as Archer. This was one part of her adventure that she would keep for herself.
Every place he touched, he left a trail of goose bumps. His touch was warm, firm, slightly rough in the best way.
His eyelids dipped low over his blazing blue eyes. As their gazes locked, her stomach fluttered, and her pussy squeezed with desire.
Slowly, he guided her down on the mattress she’d spent her afternoon napping on with the scent of Archer swirling in her head. Now he lowered himself over her.
She gasped at the feel of him. Needing more, she pulled him closer. He braced most of his weight on his forearm, but it was enough to make her feel warm and safe and protected…
And the most turned on she’d ever been in her life.
He skimmed a finger over her jaw. “You’re beautiful.”
