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“You.”
“Youare my edge, Kat. You are the sharpest edge, and I never wanna lose you.”
He mimics me, running his fingertips along my slightly bruised jaw, then gently turns my head to the side and brushes his fingers along the bruises on my neck. Then pulls me in and kisses me.
His lips are way too insistent for a person who just got shot. My hand slides under the blanket, tracing the cotton fabric of Archer’s gown until I reach his bare leg and slide my hand back up. He shifts, spreading his legs and opening up for me.
“Now I get the appeal of skirts,” I murmur into his mouth as my hand reaches his privates, surprised to find him hard. I don’t mean to get him all stirred up but can’t help it either. “Such easy access,” I whisper as I gently stroke his cock under the shift, making him grunt. I swear, no sedatives will ever defeat Archer’s erection. Nothing will ever stop me from wanting him in the most inappropriate times.
“I need a little therapy,” he says. “Get on top of me, kitten.”
I stop. “Archer, maybe you should take it easy, I can just go down—”
“Nuh-huh. I want you. You started it. Get on my cock, kitten.”
I get off the bed and shimmy out of my pants and panties in seconds, then unwrap his body from the blanket, lift the gown, and straddle him.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” I say and slowly sink onto him, grunting at the pleasure of him filling me up.
“There you are,” he whispers, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.
Sex is Archer’s food, diet, drug, exercise, and, judging by how he already rolls his hips just a tiny bit to thrust deeper inside me, pushing through pain—his medication.
I lean over and kiss him, rubbing against him, trying to mind his ribs and other body parts that might hurt. But he apparently doesn’t. His hands lift my shirt and yank the bra up, freeing my breasts and cupping them with his usual hunger.
I moan, riding him. This will be a quick fix until he gets a little more stable.
There’s a knock at the door, but we don’t stop. Another one, more insistent.
“Hold on!” I shout. “We’re having sex!”
“So subtle,” he murmurs into my mouth, and I feel him tense under me. He needs some attention right now. So I disregard my own needs and increase the tempo, fucking him rhythmically until he comes and sags against the bed like he just ran a marathon.
Clothes back on, sheets in place, I pass him a glass of water and walk to open the door for Dr. Hodges, whose smile is way too humorous for what I just yelled as I rode Archer.
“Sorry,” I say, embarrassed.
Doc promises to let Archer go home in a couple of days, but only if I agree to get a live-in nurse and watch him day and night at least for a couple of days.
“Tsk,” I say disappointed.
Doc gives me an apologetic look. “Too much?”
“You should’ve said two weeks. Then I’d have him all to myself for longer.”
Laughing, he leaves, and I’m about to text Droga to come and give me a break for an hour or so. Archer doesn’t need that much supervision, but suddenly, the whole world wants to be next to him. Freaking Axavier suggested that all of us move to Cliff Ville to take care of Archer. What is this, high school?
“He’s not crippled,” I said, regretting it right away because Axavier seemed almost hurt at the words.
Right now, I can’t stand to spend even a minute without Archer. “So, listen, I’ll go to my place and get a computer. We could watch a movie or something. If you can’t sleep, that is. Or whatever you want. Tell me.”
“Come here.” Archer pats the spot next to him, and there I am again, lying next to him, stroking his face like we are cheesy Romeo and Juliette who found out they got to Heaven and now have all the time in the world for each other.
“I said some things on the yacht, but I’m not sure you heard me.Reallyheard me.”
“I heard you, Arch,” I say, his fingers playing with my hair giving me goosebumps.
“I am head over heels in love with you, Kat.”
