“My name is Archer,” he said.
I rolled my eyes at him as he slowly rose to his feet.
“Well?”he asked, a wicked grin on his face.
“Well, what?”
“Do I get a gold star?”he teased.
“How about a sandwich?”
“My hot-as-fuck, orgasm-having girlfriend wants to make me a sandwich?How did I get so lucky?”
I’d been in the middle of pulling up my pants when his words stopped me.I looked at him.
“What?”he asked with a frown.“Oh, you freaked out because I called you my girlfriend.”
“Yes, but no, that’s not what had me pausing.Oddly.”
“The hot-as-fuck part?”
“Not that either.”
“Then what—the orgasm part?”He raised his brows.“I barely have to touch you before you’re begging me to make you come.”
I glared at him.
“What?It’s true.”
“Yeah, I know it’s true.But it’s not normal for me.”I slid my eyes from his and went to the sink to wash my hands.
He came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips.He was still hard, and it made a gasp escape my lips.Well, of course he was hard.He hadn’t gotten to come.
“Talk to me, Wyn.”
I turned in his arms and faced him.“I’ve never been like that ...before you.”
The hard planes of his face softened as he reached up to cup my cheeks.“I’ll take care of you.Always.”
We stared at one another, and I knew he didn’t just mean physically.
I tilted my head back to receive his kiss.I tasted myself on his lips and it only inflamed my desire.Despite the orgasm, I was ready for another.
And another.
I pulled back and pressed a hand to the middle of his sternum.“Sit.Let me make you some food.And then you’ll have dessert.”
“Dessert?”
I flashed him a devious grin.“Me.On my knees for you.”
“Good Lord,” he muttered.
He took a seat at the kitchen table as I moved around the kitchen.
“I had pastries and coffee with the girls this morning,” I said.
“Yeah?How’d that go?”
