Every reaction she had pushed him closer to the edge right along with her.
“Don’t stop.” Her nails bit into his shoulders. “I’m…so…close!”
He didn’t. Couldn’t.
He drove her harder, faster, then backed off enough to keep her teetering on the edge until he finally gave her what she needed.
The second her body went rigid in his hold, a sharp cry tore out of her. Her pussy pulsated, and he trapped her clit under his tongue, forcing another cry from her.
He pinned her to the door with one hand on her hip, and she found it with her own, her fingers tensing on the back of his as she rode every wave until she went soft and breathless.
He was just rising to his feet when the jarring noise cracked through his brain, wiping it clean of the sexual haze.
Dammit to hell. The alarm.
She clutched at him, one hand on his jaw. “Archer…”
He looked into her eyes. “I’m sorry to leave you in this state, baby.” He took her hand and moved it to his hard cock. “At least one of us got relief.”
“You’re going now?” Her warm brown eyes were blurry with the last remnants of her orgasm.
“Have to. I’ll be back.” He leaned in and kissed her.
Before he could pull back, she threw her arms around him and crushed him against her with surprising strength.
“Be safe.”
He held her a beat longer while the alarm continued to blare.
“I will.”
She drew away to search his face, and God help him, his heart squeezed at the way she looked at him like she was memorizing his face in case things broke bad.
He forced himself to step away. When he opened the door, she trailed her fingers along his arm.
Each stride he took toward the lockers to grab his gear reminded him of what was waiting for him back in his room. A woman, warm and needy and wet for him.
With eyes that could look too deep and make a man want to stay.
* * * * *
For a long, suspended moment Jolie lingered near the door of Archer’s room where he left her, her body still humming with the aftermath of what he’d done to her.
The alarm echoed down the hallway even after he was gone, urgency vibrating through the concrete and into her bones. But it felt distant compared to the way her pulse still raced and her skin felt too tight.
It wasn’t until the alarm cut off that she realized she was still standing there in her bra with her pants pooled around her feet.
Quickly, she righted her jeans and dragged on her sweater. She peeked out the open door and found the hallway empty, the base silent. She rushed into her room and closed the door, leaning against it.
She glanced around the room, at her own snow jacket hanging on the back of the chair and the clothes she’d been wearing when Archer rescued her neatly folded on the desk.
She should put them on, since she’d be leaving tonight.
Would she be leaving tonight? The team could be gone hours. Days. Weeks, even. She had no idea how the military operated, and she didn’t know what branch they even were, only that they were out of the ordinary.
And her lover was definitely above average.
She bit down on her bottom lip, drowning in memories of the way he looked at her before he walked out.
