A sound broke from him, and he ducked his head to claim her mouth in a deep, endless kiss while he slid his hands over her hips to the hem of the long shirt she wore. When he teased the cloth upward, she let out a quiet sigh.
“You’re shaking.” He studied her face.
“From excitement. I want you so bad.”
He didn’t need anything else. He lifted the shirt over her head to find she wore nothing else underneath. For a heartbeat, he forgot how to breathe.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped.
Her gaze roamed over his chest and his tight boxer briefs that left her with no question as to what she did to him.
“So are you.”
He needed some control over how crazy she made him. “Get on my bed,” he ordered.
She gave him a cute little tilt of her head, part amusement and part defiance that told him she’d make a damn good adversary. She was already testing everything he knew about himself.
“Bossy,” she teased.
“You like it.”
“I like you.”
Her words struck like a bomb, landing between them with an honesty he never expected.
The way her eyes flared wide told him she didn’t expect the bald truth to slip out either.
It hung in the air, swelling into a larger force than either of them planned, ripening into a feeling neither could pretend away.
“If I’m getting in your bed, you’re coming with me.” She took his hand and led him a few steps across the room.
She sank to the edge and reached for him. He lowered himself over her and claimed her mouth while she worked at his boxers with impatient fingers. He helped her and then kicked them away.
He took control again, kissing a swath of heat down her body, over her collarbone and the swell of her breast to the warm skin of her stomach. As he moved lower, she parted her thighs.
When he saw how soaking wet she was, a primal thrill hit him. She lifted her hips in invitation, and he dipped his head and buried his tongue in her slick folds.
“Oh god! Archer!” Her hoarse rasp spurred him on and he feasted on her for long minutes, taking as much pride in the way her legs shook as he did about how well he polished his rifle.
She clutched his shoulders, the urgency in her grasp making him lift his head.
Her eyes gleamed with desire. “I want to taste you too. Can we…”
For a beat, he damn near embarrassed himself. His cock surged, precum leaking from the tip at what she was suggesting.
“You want to…” He didn’t finish the statement. Couldn’t. His tongue had dried out and his brain cells stopped firing.
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “That’s exactly what I want.”
* * * * *
The words dissolved on Jolie’s tongue as Archer’s scorching gaze pierced through her.
She watched him process what she’d asked for. The muscles in his throat worked and his eyes went dark and glassy. For a single beat, devastation crossed his face, the final proof that she’d wrecked him the same way he was wrecking her.
Heat pooled in her core.
He moved, shifting position on the bed so they faced opposite directions, and she pulled him down. His masculine scent flooded her head, and the world narrowed to the two of them.
