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Archie wound her arms around his neck, pressing herself so tightly against him he could almost imagine there wasn’t a barrier of clothes between them at all, and lifted her legs to wrap around his body as he willingly cupped her firm, neat backside.
He kissed her mouth, her neck, every trembling inch of her collarbone, and she matched him. Kissing his jaw, tugging at his ear lobe and rocking her body against his sex until he feared he might not be able to hold on much longer.
‘Which way?’ he managed gruffly, scarcely ripping his mouth from hers.
Her reply wasn’t much clearer.
‘Behind me.’
Obligingly, Kaspar navigated his way to the door, shouldering it open and carrying Archie into the room, smiling at the queen-size bed with its overabundance of scatter cushions.
He lowered her down, less gently than he might have liked, holding himself still while she reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them with painstaking care, kissing her way over his chest and abdomen with each new section of bare flesh she exposed. It felt like an eternity before she finally undid the last button and he could shuck off the shirt, but it seemed Archie wasn’t done. She reached for his belt, the crack of leather reverberating around the room as she unbuckled the clasp, followed by the unmistakeable sound of the zip opening.
Kaspar circled her wrist with his fingers and pulled away from her as she pro
tested. He couldn’t afford to let this go any further. He’d never felt such a lack of control, as if he might explode like a hormone-ravaged teenager. This was as much about Archie’s pleasure as his.
He pressed her lightly back onto the bed and covered her body with his, bracing himself as he looked down at her, drinking her in. Marvelling. Every inch of his skin was on fire as Archie ran her fingertips over him, tracing the muscles on his shoulders and down his body.
Heady, and exhilarating, and addictive.
When he cupped her breast, his thumb grazing deliberately against one straining nipple, she gasped, her back arching slightly. Repeating it offered the same glorious result. Then Kaspar lowered his mouth and tasted her as he had in the car, his tongue tracing out an intricate whorl as Archie slid her fingers in his hair and gave herself over to pleasure. He took his time learning every last contour of her breasts, then her abdomen and her hips. Slowly. Thoroughly. Ignoring the almost painful, needy ache of his sex.
Finally, when her soft moans became more urgent, he laid a trail of hot kisses from her navel straight down over her belly and over the top of the flimsiest blue lace panties, which he pulled off in one swift movement. Then he dropped back down to press his mouth to the hottest, slickest, sweetest part of her, making her cry out.
She tasted of fire, and honey, and need. Her hips were moving, dancing with him, as he licked his way into her. Her hands cradled his head, the most beautiful, wanton sounds escaping her mouth almost against her will. It spoke to something utterly primal inside Kaspar. As if he would never get enough.
He kissed, licked, sucked until her hands slid from his hair to clutch the cover of the bed, her hips moving erratically, trying to jerk away.
‘Please, Kaspar...’ She reached for him, but despite the hunger in her voice he had no intention of taking his pleasure yet. This was about Archie.
‘There’s no rush,’ he murmured. ‘We’ve got all night.’
Then, slipping one hand underneath her to hold her in place, he lowered his mouth back down to her intoxicating heat and slid his finger inside her, deep and sure.
Archie shattered, crying out his name as she arched her back and fragmented all around him like some victory he couldn’t identify. He kept it going long after she would have pulled away, making her shudder over and over, murmuring against her and making her come apart again.
And when she finally begged him to release her, he let her go, a satisfaction he couldn’t explain seeping through to his very bones. As well as a slow, deep ache.
* * *
‘That was...’ She floundered for the words to describe the incredible way she felt. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Not even close. ‘I feel... You were...’
‘We’re not done yet.’
His voice was gravelly, raw, and still it felt to Archie as though she was taking a lifetime to refocus. Her body felt exhausted, contented. She struggled to lift herself up onto her elbows.
‘We aren’t?’
‘Not by a long stretch.’
She wasn’t sure if it was an avowal or a warning, but the sight of Kaspar standing up, shedding himself of the rest of his clothes until he was naked before her, stole her breath away all over again. His solid physique and utterly male beauty, waiting there just for her, went beyond even her wildest fantasies. Archie let her eyes drop to take in his length, straight and flat against his lower abdomen, as taut and unyielding as a steel blade. Though she would have thought it impossible a moment before, her body gave a fresh kick of lust.
How could it be, after all that, that she wanted him again so instantly?
‘That’s a relief,’ she tried to tease him, but the quake in her voice betrayed her. ‘I was beginning to think that was all you had. After talking yourself up earlier tonight, I was expecting a lot more.’
‘Is that so?’ He arched one eyebrow and she couldn’t contain the gurgle of laughter that rumbled in her chest.
