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“Do you?” My voice is breathy, and there’s absolutely no authority behind it. Dammit.
Archer’s nose draws a line up my neck. His teeth scrape against the sensitive skin there and I tremble. Goosebumps explode over my skin, and I work my fingers underneath his sweater to touch the heat of his bare skin. Archer sucks in a hissed breath and I sigh with relief to be touching his skin.
“Every night I think about the silk of your skin, the way you taste like heaven on my tongue. I dream about the way you sank to your knees, and how it felt to be buried deep inside you. You made me come harder than I ever have before. And the only reason I haven’t kissed you yet is because I knew this would be it. The only thing I’ll want for the rest of my life.” Archer pulls at the collar of my shirt and sinks his teeth down into the flesh where my shoulder meets my neck. His tongue instantly soothes the same spot. I moan and slide my hands around Archer’s back, tugging him closer to me.
“My wrist is fucking sore with how much I’ve been jerking off to the thought of kissing you. Of being inside you.”
“Are you just going to tease me with words all night? Or are you going to do something about it?” Oh, hey, there’s all that booze I drank rearing its head.
Archer hums against my neck, a low growling sound that sends a flood of heat to my belly. His head lifts and he’s posed a mere inch from my mouth.
“You’re awfully bossy tonight.”
“I’m sick of waiting for what I want.” I lick my lips and the tip of my tongue brushes against Archer’s full bottom lip.
I barely contain a squeak when Archer’s arms wrap around me, pulling me from the tree and into his body. We’re flush everywhere, from chest to hip. My feet dangle off the ground, and I scramble to wrap my arms around his neck.
“There’s no coming back from this,” Archer growls, and my heart somersaults in my chest. What does that mean?
When his lips touch mine, I forget I even care.
I don’t know how I would have imagined our first kiss. Actually, that’s not true. I’ve pictured it in my head a million different times, but it was never like this. In my dreams, the restraint that held Archer back all these years finally snapped. He’d stride across a room, swing me into his embrace and kiss me like the world was ending. There would be an explosion of feeling, a war of mouths, lips, and tongues fighting, as Archer claimed what has always belonged to him.
This kiss is nothing like that. It’s so much more. More devastating, more powerful, more… everything.
Archer’s holding me in his arms, supporting all my weight with the strength of his powerful body. He doesn’t dive in and capture my lips like a man possessed. He slowly lowers his head, his breath lacing with mine as he pauses, keeping me waiting on the edge of forever. Then he closes the space with the gentlest brush of his lips over mine.
My heart trips up in my chest as he carefully, slowly, presses a kiss to my lips, attending to the top one first and then my fuller bottom lip. A sigh leaves my parted mouth and Archer’s tongue dips in to taste, tease, explore.
It’s a reverent seduction using only his lips on mine. His hands haven’t moved an inch; it’s only about this kiss. Archer pulls back and I make a small sound of protest. My fingers clutch at his neck and dig into his hair, but I should have known better. He wasn’t done with me.
“That was just the first of many.”
This time when Archer kisses me, it’s exactly as I imagined it to be. He wraps my hair in his hand and yanks my head back with a fierce possessiveness. His mouth descends on mine, and he owns me in every way there is. I kiss him back just as fiercely, a rampant need burning in my veins. His lips are soft and hard at once, and I know my mouth will be as swollen and bruised as he claimed he wanted earlier. I want his to be the same way. I want to stamp my own ownership on him, even if no one will know who did it. It doesn’t matter, as long as they understand they weren’t the ones responsible.
All slow, gentle seduction is gone. Our mouths are savage, our kiss legendary as we come together again and again, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. I push Archer’s coat off his shoulders, and he shrugs out of it. I want mine gone too, but struggle to get it off. Archer has to set me down to help me, and as soon as it’s gone, I’m pushed back against the tree, bark biting into my back.
My fingers are swift as they unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. Archer’s hands push up my shirt, exposing my stomach and chest to the cool bite of the spring air. I barely feel it. I’m on fire from his touch, from his closeness. It could be snowing, and I’d gladly roll around in it naked to keep this going.
Archer yanks down the cups of my bra, palming my breasts and deftly finding my nipples. He rolls them between his fingers, and I pant into his mouth. I shove my hand into his pants, finding his dick so hot and hard that I moan, need flooding me so badly that I can’t wait. I don’t want to break our kiss, never want it to end, but I want to tell him to take my damn pants off. I don’t give a shit if we’re out in the middle of the woods, only a few hundred yards away from dozens of people. I need him now.
I don’t know if Archer can read my mind or if he just needs this as badly as I do, but his fingers make quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans. I kick off my shoes, and they crunch against leaves and debris as they go flying somewhere. My pants and undies follow a second later, and then I’m half-naked in the middle of the woods.
I think I’ve lost my mind, but I almost feel high in this moment. The excitement of doing this when so many people are close by, none of them having any idea what we’re doing here, is incredibly hot. Most of all, I’m delirious with the knowledge that I’m doing this will Archer.
I finally break our kiss to pant out my own command. “Now. Arch, now.”
Like a starting gun just went off, Archer’s lips are back on mine. His hands lift me, guiding my legs to wrap around his hips. His hand snakes between us and I feel the hot, hard length of him lined up and ready to push into me.
Archer’s head drops to the crook of my neck, and he drags in uneven breaths. “God, you’re so damn wet. This is going to be over before it begins.”
I want to tell him I don’t care, how much I want this, need this, but I can’t speak. Then, the frenzy quiets when Archer lifts his head to gaze down at me, all his emotions exposed for me to see. His lips ghost over mine, once again the soft, worshipful caress of that first kiss.
“Lena… I dreamed of this, of you, before my mind knew what my heart already understood. It's not fate pushing us together, it’s because you're my friend, confidant, my sounding board. Fate has nothing to do with how badly I want you or how much you mean to me.”
“Archer,” I whisper as his forehead drops to mine. As if the rest of his body follows suit, he slowly, so damn slowly, pushes into me. I gasp against his lips at the hard press of him inching deeper and deeper until he’s buried inside me. He holds still, our breaths rapid and mingling, while my whole body trembles. For a second, my brain short-circuits. Archer is inside me. Last time felt like a dream. A fever drenched shadow of reality that I couldn’t quite accept was real. This feels real, though.
“Luna?” Archer’s voice is pained, strained as he waits for something. Me, maybe. Does he think I don’t want this all of a sudden? Archer starts to pull back, but I don’t let him get far. I shift my hips and he slides in another inch, leaving us both groaning.
