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“What are you doing, Archer?”
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing.” I smile into her shoulder, moving the collar of her shirt to give me access to more skin.
“They’re going to notice we’re both gone.”
“Are you afraid someone’s going to gossip?”
“Well, that would be you, and since you’ve got a vested interest in keeping this quiet, we should be okay. Although Octavia is almost as big of a gossip as you.”
I chuckle and slide my hands back to her hips and down her thighs. Leaning into her, I move them down until I reach the hem of her skirt. One of Lena’s hands lands on mine, and I think she’s going to push it away, bringing an end to our game.
She doesn’t.
My dick twitches in my pants. My breath catches when she guides my hand to pull her skirt up.
“Jesus, this is tight,” I grumble as I try to work her skirt up. I’d prefer to get her fucking naked, but we don’t have enough time for that. And Lena, naked in Colton Zima’s bathroom, will not, in a million fucking years, happen.
Lena laughs, the sound musical and breathy. “I saw you checking out my ass earlier; don’t pretend you don’t like this skirt.”
“I like it…” I lose my train of thought as soon as the damn thing is up over her thighs, revealing a very tiny, very delicate pair of black lace panties. “Christ.”
I skate a hand down her back and Lena bends forward, her ass grinding against my erection. Catching her eyes in the mirror again, I see their color has darkened. She’s a goddess, and I don’t think she realizes how much she affects me. I thrust my hips against her and she makes an irritated sound.
“Are you going to tease me until someone comes knocking on the door?” Pure lust drips from her words, a hungry need fraying the edges of her tone. There’s a hint of vulnerability there as well, and it makes something in my chest seize up.
Part of my brain is telling me this is a bad idea. We’ve already fucked things up enough with what we’ve done. Rhys will kill me if he finds out, but we haven’t crossed that final line. I haven’t fucked her, not that what we’ve done is technically any less intimate. Are we really going to do this? Here?
Shit. She deserves so much more than a quick fuck in a bathroom.
Violet eyes lock on mine when I lift my gaze from her perfect peachy ass. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she pushes back against my dick. Any concept I have of being noble sputter into nothingness as I groan low at the feel of her. My hands find their way back to her hips, shoving her skirt up even higher. My heartbeat is so rapid it’s making me short of breath. Or it’s from seeing Lena like this, soft, but somehow still demanding.
We can’t do this here. Not for the first time. I start to pull back, but Lena flings her hand back and grabs my ass, yanking me back to her body. Her eyes flash with fire and need. A thousand dirty thoughts erase every one of my rampaging reasons why this is a bad idea. Then all that’s left is the woman in front of me. The scent of her is fucking up my head, and the feel of her body against mine rips open the cage inside me and unleashes my monster.
The room darkens. Or is it that my vision tunnels in on Lena? Shadows climb the walls and block out the sounds of anything outside this room. Magic sparks under my fingers and nearly burns where my skin touches Lena’s.
“I need you, Archer. I… I need...” Lena’s head drops down and her words fall away like it’s too much effort to keep talking. Her fingers dig into my hip. My hands move without my permission, sliding over her ass, under her shirt and up her back, and down again.
I gather her hair and wrap it around my fist, pulling her head up so she’s forced to look at me through the mirror. Her gaze is lost to lust, her mouth parted and so fucking perfect that it takes away any chance I had of walking away.
With my free hand, I work my belt open, ripping it off and dropping it to the ground with a clink. Lena shivers at the sound and a devious grin lifts the corners of my mouth. In the next second, I have my pants unbuttoned, fly down, and dick out. Wrapping my hand around my erection, I slowly pump once, twice.
Lena’s chest is heaving as I press my cock against her opening, still barred by her little lace panties. I hook my finger under the fabric and tug them aside, feeling how absolutely soaked they are.
“Fuck, Luna. You’re dripping for me.”
“Yes. For you.”
Fisting my dick, I rub the head over her entrance while she makes soft pleading noises. Some small slice of clarity works its way into my consciousness, and I hiss out a curse, stopping myself from sinking into her when I’ve never wanted something so badly in my entire life.
“Shit. I don’t have a fucking condom. I didn’t actually imagine this happening tonight.”
Lena’s arm snakes around my neck, her fingers driving into my hair. “I’m on the shot. Just, God, don’t you dare stop.”
The last bit of lingering hesitation is gone. Not even Rhys walking in right now could make me stop. Okay, fine, that’s probably not true, but I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want Lena.
My hands are shaking, my knees feel like I’m on a storm-tossed ship. I need to be inside her. Lining up my cock, I press in, a low groan rumbling from my lips. Lena gasps, her eyes rolling back. I watch her in the mirror as her lids flutter shut and I gradually, torturously, work my dick in and out until I’m buried to the hilt. She’s so hot, so wet, and nothing has ever felt this right.
The small room is full of our shared pants, the shadows I noticed before thickening and drawing in around us. Lena’s fingers tighten their hold on my hair, and I fracture into a million pieces. Gone is the genial friend who’s always quick with a laugh. In his place is a monster who craves just one thing. Her. The woman in my arms.
There’s nothing gentle left in me as I pull out and slam back into her. Only need, only fire. I grab her arms, holding them behind her back as I bend her forward, locking her in place as I fuck her with a single-minded focus. Slick heat, that electric connection I didn’t know could exist between two people, it all has me losing my mind. Devolving into a place where the only things that exist are me and Lena.
“Yes. Archer. More. Harder.” Every word is a plea, a sobbed exhale as I lose all control. I slam into her again and again, searching for a way to get deeper inside her, needing to own every piece of her, body and soul. My nerves sing with pleasure, a liquid burn of ecstasy that only spurs me on to do exactly as my Luna asks.
I squeeze her perfect ass, then slide my hand around to her clit. I’m fucking close and she’s coming with me. All it takes is a few passes of my fingers over her sensitive flesh, and her entire body arches and bucks beneath me. Her mouth parts in a soundless cry as her climax steals her voice. The feel of her squeezing my dick with each contraction of her orgasm has me following right behind her. I let go of her wrists and wrap both my arms around her, trapping her against me as I come with a long groan.
It’s a minute before I catch my breath. I lift my head and find Lena’s eyes on mine. I’m still buried inside her, but I can’t fucking tell what the hell is going on in her head.
