Page 63 of My Unfinished Heart

When he pulls away, his eyes are glazed, and his lips look even more delicious. “I want this,” he breathes. “I want you. Everything. It has to be you.”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Please, Archer. No more questions.” With a slight lift of his head, he nudges my nose with his, and the intimacy of that—just our noses touching, makes my next breath shudder. With his lips against mine, he says, “Tell me you want me that much, too. Even if it’s just for tonight. Even if it’s only this one time.”

I want him a hell of a lot more than that. My dick is rock hard and pulsing with need. The headache has taken a backseat to all the lust saturating my blood. I’m burning up for him. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him. “I do.”

“What are you waiting for?” he asks as I hold my face just above his. The sight of him beneath me is as engrossing as it is overwhelming.

“I feel like…” Fuck, it’s hard to talk about all the logistics when he’s looking at me like that. “I mean…how do you want this to be?”

He blinks his long lashes several times. “How I want—oh. However you normally would do it.”

“I’ve never—I’ve never been with a man like this,” I have to admit.

“Oh.” His brows lift. “Wow, really?”

I shake my head.

“Um…well, I got the condoms for you…if that helps clarify anything.”

It definitely does. I nod. “Okay,” I say on a breath.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” I kiss him softly. “Yes.”

He pushes some hair back that’s fallen over my face and cups my jaw. “With that out of the way, is there something else holding you back?”

“I think—I just need you to tell me it’s okay. That you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he says, one hand still gripping my face while the other is splayed open in the center of my back. “I swear you’re exactly what I want.”

The absolute truth on his face pushes me past all my doubt and hesitation. Because there is no doubt or hesitation in him. He’s so sure of me. His trust is as unbelievable as love.

“Where is everything?”

His hand on my back moves. I watch as he grabs a paper bag off the nightstand and dumps its contents on the bed. I ignore the noisy bottle of ibuprofen as the box of condoms and the small bottle of KY jelly tumble onto the mattress.

“Shit, you were serious,” I say without thinking. My brain feels numb.

My dick, however… I’m leaking on his abs.

He laughs softly. “I thought you were, too.”

“It was kinda theoretical, or—I don’t know—aspirational.”

“Archer.” He nudges his lower body up. I nearly choke at the feel of his cock bumping against mine. “Let’s make it real.”

“Yeah, I want that,” I say softly, nearly whispering it.

“I showered tonight, but…maybe I should again?” he says.

I shake my head, reaching for the condoms. With the box in hand, I tilt myself onto my side, leaning against his bent leg. The throb in my knee is nothing compared to the way my dick throbs as I unwrap the condom and roll it on. It’s a snug fit, uncomfortable enough that I feel confident I won’t lose this erection anytime soon.

“I guess I should have ordered the large,” he says, watching me.

I glance at his face to see if he’s having second thoughts. That’s not what I find there. He looks almost greedy. Almost demanding. Definitely determined.