“God, you’re beautiful,” I breathed, my gaze drinking in every detail of his flushed face, the way his chest rose and fell with every rapid breath. “Every inch of you.”
Slipping my knuckles beneath the hem of his sweater, I teased the skin just above his waistband before baring his skin inch by inch. Pleasure hummed between us, so fucking tangible I could taste it.
“Are you going to touch me or just stare?” He smarted off, andoh, I loved it.
“Baby, I’ll fucking stare at you as long as I damn well please. If I had my way, you would never be out of my sight. Ever.”
“Ohmygod.” Hips stuttering, he shoved them upward, grinding his covered cock against my inner thigh. “Why do I find that romantic? Normal people would run away.”
“As if I’d let you.”
It wasn’t a threat tossed out for effect. It rooted deeper than that—somewhere quiet and volatile that didn’t loosen its grip once it latched on.
Everythingabout Archie pulled my focus in a way that felt unnatural. The kind of fixation that narrowed the world down to a single point and refused to release it.
Center of gravity.
That’s what he’d become.
Intuition pulled me inward, aligning around him until the rest of the world felt secondary at best.
Too much.
Too fast.
Too consuming.
And still—I wanted it.
His skin rippled under my touch, nearly vibrating as I exposed the rest of his chest and pressed forward.
Soft strands of my hair grazed over exposed skin, dragging lightly across his stomach. His skin was fever-warm under my hands, so thin I could almost feel his heart thumping.
My lips painted a line from the center of his chest to the base of his throat, nipping at the soft skin. His pulse jumped under my tongue.
One, long full body shiver tore down his spine when I scraped my thumbnail across his nipple.
My cock strained behind the zipper, throbbing against the metal in a pleasure plus pain kind of way. It made my fucking head spin.
Wrapping my fingers around his thigh, I shoved it higher, forcing his hips into position while I ground against him.
“Ohmygod.”
“You like that, Rabbit?” I whispered, rolling my hips while nibbling on his neck. “You want more?”
He choked on his breath. “Please.”
“Take your cock out.”
Frantic, impatient hands wedged themselves between our bodies, trembling with anticipation.
Chin to my chest, I watched him fumble with his button before forgoing it completely, tearing at his waistband and scrambling beneath me until his slacks were just below his ass.
He gasped as cock sprang free, flushed from root to tip, a bead of liquid racing down his shaft.
“Is that for me, sweetheart?”
Bracing my palm against the table, I rose just enough to catch that drop on the pad of my thumb before bringing it to my mouth.
