“Convention.”
“Fuck convention.You tried convention, didn’t you?How did that work out for you?”
I tried to shove him away, but he wouldn’t budge.“Get off me, you anvil.”
He caged me in tighter.“Look, you don’t need to go into details about your past.I get it.You had a shit run of it.You take as much time as you need, okay?I’m not going anywhere.I’m not letting you go.You can freak out.That’s fine.But you’re right about the anvil part, and you’ll never be able to push me away or get rid of me.”
I smiled into the darkness.
“You might not trust your own judgement where men are concerned.And you don’t need to trust men.You just need to trust me.”
His erection pressed between us.I wiggled against him and reached down to grasp him.
He found another condom and took a moment to put it on.
He slid into me, inch by inch.He was hot and perfect.
I was a woman whose greatest weakness was a man saying all the right things to get what he wanted.I didn’t trust myself not to make the same mistakes I’d made in the past.
But something about Archer made me want to trust him.
And if I had any hope of getting everything I’d ever wanted—a man who couldn’t live without me—then I had to take a risk.
The biggest risk I’d ever take.
I had to give my heart away once and for all.
He filled me slow and deep.And he didn’t stop, even as I cried out against him.I wrapped my legs around him and my nails scraped his shoulders.
“Wyn,” he growled in the crevice of my neck.
Our heartbeats pounded in tandem, and I hoped like hell I hadn’t just made the greatest mistake of my life.
I cracked an eye open.Archer’s spot on the bed was empty.
Regret blasted through me.I’d gone against my better judgement and let him coerce me into spooning.Spooning had led to falling asleep.Falling asleep had led to me waking up in his bed.
Alone.
And naked.
And feeling like the biggest idiot in the world.
The bedroom door hadn’t been closed all the way—an elbow slid through the crack to push it open.
Archer stood in the doorway, bare chested, wearing a pair of low-hanging flannel pajama pants, holding a tray.
He grinned, his eyes flashing with warmth behind his glasses.“Oh, good.You’re awake.I made you breakfast.”
I pulled the sheet up to my chest.“You made me breakfast?”
“Well, I madeusbreakfast.I thought we could share.”
He came fully into the room and set the tray onto the bed.Thankfully there was no mini sausage dog with the tendency to steal food lurking beneath the covers.
He sat down at the end of the bed and lifted the fork.“Waffles okay?”
My heart had been hiding in my throat, and it was now slowly settling back down into my ribcage.
