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Chapter Thirteen
Rory
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Ishouldn’t be here. It’s the only thing I can think as I look around Archer’s oversized dorm room, which is surprisingly very tidy given that two college guys live here.
I should be inmyroom, working. But then, what is there to work on? I submitted my portfolio to Laboe two weeks ago. I have no outstanding schoolwork or anything that needs my immediate attention. So then why do I feel so... guilty?
I’ve spent my entire college career avoiding situations like this. Situations I feared would have the potential to divert me from my chosen path. And now here I stand, facing a man who has the power to not only divert me but to annihilate the entire path altogether.
But even knowing all that, here I still stand.
In the dorm room of a guy I hated a month ago, feeling anything but hatred toward him now. In fact, hatred is far from what’s currently stirring in my chest, though I’m quick to push the thought away.
“Do you want something to drink?” Archer kicks off his shoes next to his bed before turning toward me, gesturing to the mini fridge tucked under his desk.
“No, I’m good.” I shake my head softly, looking around the room again. It’s easier to focus on my surroundings than the man I feel slowly prowling toward me from behind, the expectation so thick in the air I can almost taste it. But it’s not him who’s projecting it, it’s me.
It’s all I’ve been able to think about since Sunday night. How badly I want to feel him inside me. How desperately I want to let go of my reservations and just let myself take something I want without stopping to consider the ramifications of my actions.
I don’t have to wonder if tonight is that night. I know it is. I’ve never felt more ready and yet more scared in my entire life.
I swear I can feel Archer long before his front presses into my back and his lips find the crook of my neck.
“You have no idea how hard it was to sit in that classroom when all I could think about was the taste of you on my tongue.” He kisses up to my ear, dragging his teeth over the lobe, his words both heating my cheeks and somewhere much, much lower. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
His hands slide down to my hips before he abruptly turns me to face him, so close our noses touch.
“Tell me.” I don’t know where it comes from, but the words that fall from my lips surprise me.
But Archer, he doesn’t seem surprised, as if he knows there’s more to me, something I hold back, whether from fear or embarrassment, I’m not sure. And I think maybe there is something, something deep down that I’ve been too scared to let out. A part of myself I wasn’t sure I was allowed to embrace.
The way I was raised, sex was something you didn’t talk about. Hell, you didn’t even think about it. At least, not until you were married. So whenever I would have these feelings, these urges, I would push them down because in some weird way, they made me feel almost... dirty.
Even with Conner, there was this sense that I was doing something wrong. To the point that I don’t know if I was ever fully able to enjoy the experience as I should have.
But with Archer, I feel no shame. I want him, plain and simple. And I don’t care if he knows it either.
“I have thought of nothing but you for the last forty-eight hours. Your smell. Your taste. The feel of your skin beneath my palms. You have no fucking idea what you do to me.” He takes my hand, guiding it to his crotch.
My breath catches in my throat the instant I feel the length of his hard, thick erection beneath my fingers.
