This time it was her heart that fluttered.
She smiled up at him, thinking if she said he was her own personal bad boy, he’d laugh at her.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He laughed anyway, hard lips quirking at one corner.
He dropped his mouth lower, dragging heat across her skin, pulling reactions out of her she didn’t even know she was capable of. As he explored the curve of her breasts again, she scrabbled at his shoulders. Finally, she managed to grasp the cloth enough to haul his shirt over his head.
Oh god. His…body…was…extraordinary. She wanted to sit back and stare at him all day—maybe all night too. For a week. For a month.
She didn’t think she’d ever get her fill of looking at Archer. What she couldn’t see, she explored by touch, feeling the muscle rippling on his back and the bulge of his shoulders and biceps.
Even if she wanted to describe this moment, she’d never find the words.
He trailed his lips down her ribs to the flat of her stomach. When he clasped the button of her jeans, her pulse picked up. Then her heart seemed to stop completely as he popped the button.
His gaze landed on hers. “I want to see you. Touch you. Taste you.”
Her breath caught and she couldn’t force out a response. She could only nod.
“Say it, Jolie. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
A thrill slithered through her lower belly and sank between her legs.
“I want you…”
His fingers hovered over the zipper and he watched her expectantly.
“To see me,” she said in a rush. “To touch me. To…taste me.”
He let out a low growl that vibrated through her entire body. Her nerves snapped, and she grabbed at him to bring his mouthback to hers, but he just pressed a tender kiss below her navel that sent her body into overdrive.
She couldn’t think. Or breathe. She could only feel Archer’s hands on her, sliding her zipper down with insane slowness and guiding her borrowed jeans off her hips. Inch by inch he stripped her to her panties.
Oh god. Her underwear was…
Not the best for hanky-panky. In fact, they were the opposite of sexy.
She only had the one pair. They were comfortable cotton and…well, they were granny panties.
At least they were clean—she’d washed them out in the sink last night and let them dry in her room. But she wanted to sink into the mattress rather than let him see her wearing these.
His gaze locked on hers, the depths swirling. “Don’t hide from me.”
Before she could draw the air her body was starving for, Archer stripped them off her.
“My god,” he murmured, gaze fixed on her pussy. Thankfully she had at least one bit of foresight and performed a full-body grooming session before leaving on her big adventure.
He brushed the pad of his thumb over her smooth mound, making her pussy flood.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Her stomach knotted with excitement, and she slowly let her knees part.
He eased a finger down the seam of her pussy, trailing all the way to her opening. When he slid it back up, he burrowed through her folds, gathering her slickness.
She cried out, arching into his touch, and he answered with a growl.
