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Archer looks at me and notices. “Kat,” he says softly.
But I’m already on my feet, shaking my head. “You really thought I’m that kind of person, Archer?”
My voice is cracked. I’m many things, but a cheater is not one of them. Nor have I ever considered any man besides Archer since I came to Zion.
“You…” I want to laugh in that evil shocking way that people who are fucked up do but can’t. “You actually thought I could—”
“Kat, listen to me.” He reaches for me and tries to stop me. I try to pull away, but he only pulls me tighter toward him.
“I can’t believe you thought it even for a moment, Arch,” I snap, pushing my hands against his chest, though he doesn’t budge.
“Kat, Kat, chill.” He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me in place, his face lowered to mine. And that’s one thing I can never resist—his touch. “I didn’t believe it. Didn’t want to. But I could’ve become a murderer tonight.”
His hand goes up to stroke my hair. The bastard knows how to calm me. My heart can barely handle this and all the ups and downs we go through. He’ll make me one of the twenty percent of women who die of heart failure. Or a broken heart. Either or, my heart is his.
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “I swear, I could kill anyone who even thinks this way about you. I didn’t think straight. Just…”
Bastard.
His hands do the magic, touching me everywhere. They finally come up to my face and hold it in place, tilting it up so I can look at him. “I’m sorry, okay? I overreacted.”
“You think?” I snap, my chest heaving from frustration, but my body is already inching toward his, always does, the freaking traitor.
“Tell me something.” His thumbs start stroking my cheeks, his body pressing into mine, distracting me from the anger that was simmering in my blood just seconds ago. “Tell me. If you saw messages like this on my phone, would you not be upset?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth again, our warm breaths colliding, my hands already stroking his torso though I try to keep it together.
“Absolutely,” I breathe out. “I would’ve set the person who sent them on fire.”
“There you go.”
The first kiss is soft and quick, calming me as my brain tries to push away anger.
“You make me crazy,” he whispers, and the next kiss is longer, his tongue plunging so deep in my mouth that my head starts spinning.
I can’t hold back with this guy. My brain short-circuits when our lips touch. And they are like magnets. His hot mouth latches onto mine, his tongue licking into it, and I’m a goner.
His kiss is possessive, his tongue swirling deeper into my mouth like it belongs there. It does.
Welcome home, babe.
He’s pulling me toward him, backing up, going somewhere—I don’t know where, I don’t care—couch, floor, against the wall. As long as his lips are on mine. As long as his kisses grow impatient, his mouth swallowing mine.
Our hands roam each other’s bodies. We stumble, but nothing matters in this moment when we’re at our best, with each other.
Archer’s hands slide under my dress and squeeze my butt, hauling me up, pulling me against the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Your house?” I murmur in the second I manage to tear my mouth off Archer’s.
“In a minute.” His greedy mouth comes back to mine.
It’s a minute that will last for as long as we need to fuck this away—we’re so predictable.
“Cameras?” I ask.
“No,” he murmurs, coming up for air, then kisses me again.
His fingers slide under my panties and between my legs, pressing in just the right places, making my body simmer with heat.
