She paused, fingers hovering over the gauze. “You’re sure you feel up to it?”
He pinned her to the wall, gaze swirling with desire. “A few little cuts can’t stop me.” He shifted his body to help her remove his shirt. She tossed it on the floor and ducked her head to nip at his neck.
“Jolie—” The rough edge in his tone made her stop with her mouth pressed to his skin.
“Archer… Don’t make this…anything else.”
Because even though it had just been a rescue and one night in Archer’s bed, she couldn’t deal with “anything else.” Not when her whole life was made up of what-ifs and what-might-have-beens.
He stilled for a beat, then his mouth was back on hers and his grip tightened while the line they were about to cross disappeared completely.
SEVEN
Archer knew the second he stepped out of the war room and saw Jolie that this was going to happen, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop it. He didn’t want to.
Now she was in his arms, and the last thread of control he’d been clinging to snapped.
The moment her mouth crashed into his, he took over. He pinned her against the door with a force that made her gasp into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, angled his head and deepened the kiss, pushing past her lips like it was his next mission.
Operation Claim Her Before She’s Gone.
Her fingers tangled in his hair and she rocked her body into his, the movement so primal and hungry that it hit him low in the gut. A rough sound surged up his throat, and he pressed closer to her, giving her absolutely no question of what she did to him. His stiff cock dug into the V of her legs, and the heat of her drove him mad.
He flattened his palms across her warm, bare skin. His jaw clenched as he dragged the fabric up and off her in one impatient motion, barely breaking contact before his mouth was back on her, dropping from her lips to her throat.
He took his time bathing heat along her skin with his tongue, learning the exact places that made her breathing uneven.
He felt the need in the way she explored him.
And it went straight to his head.
She ducked her head and kissed his neck. Something dark and possessive welled inside him, and he nudged her face up to his with a knuckle beneath her delicate jaw.
Her eyes were wild with want, her lips swollen. Her chest rose and fell in fast pants, and he held her there to drive her as crazy as she was driving him.
Watching her face, he slipped his hand between them and cupped her pussy. The denim of her vintage jeans was thin enough he could feel her heat.
She let out a whimper. “Archer…”
He let her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor. She reached for him, but he pressed her wrists to the door.
Instead she rocked into him, moaning out when he ground his cock into her pussy through their clothes.
“You feel that? You feel what you do to me?”
Her head fell back against the door, need rippling across her beautiful face. Christ, he couldn’t take it another minute.
He whipped open her fly and shoved her jeans down to puddle around her boots. Then he dropped to his knees, thumbed her pussy lips apart and delved his tongue into her slick heat.
“Oh…god!” She grasped at his head, moving with him as he licked and sucked, coating his tongue and lips in her juices and making him need so much more.
He might be obsessed with her body. Might be obsessed with making her scream.
There were a lot of “ifs” in this scenario. If they had more time. If she belonged in his world.
If he weren’t a dead man walking.
He lapped at her clit, and she gasped. He plunged his tongue into her channel, and she sagged against the door.
