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When I pull my gaze from where my hand rests on his abs, I find his eyes open and pinned right on me. “Winnie…” My name falls from his lips like a plea.
“It’s in our contract that we can’t see other people during our marriage. And I have no interest in anyone but you anyway. Why can’t we indulge ourselves?” I ask, letting my hand drift a little lower.
“We can. I just want to know you trust me.”
“Why?” My fingertips drift underneath the waistband of hisboxer briefs.
“Don’t ask me that.” His voice comes out pained as my hand goes lower. The hair of his happy trail brushes against my fingers as I travel lower and lower. The moment my fingertips come in contact with the soft skin of his dick, he’s pushing off the bed and grabbing my hand before I can do anything else.
In one quick movement, he pins me to the bed as he positions himself above me, his hips fitting right between my thighs.
“Why can’t I ask you that?” I push, my breath heavy with our new position. I wiggle my hips a little, relishing in the way his jaw tightens when his dick brushes right against my center.
“Because I might just answer you.” I get lost in the intensity with which he looks at me. If only I could know what was going through his head right now. Why is he so insistent that I trust him?
“I want you to answer me.” A moan falls from my lips when he allows himself to brush over me again. There’s a layer of fabric between us from his briefs, but it still does the trick. I’m wet and ready for him. He could easily slide in. I have no panties on, but he’d first have to finally break and let this happen between us.
“I want you to trust me,” he throws back at me. “And I want you to admit that if this happens, you’re aware that it’ll happen again and again. One time with you would never be enough for me, baby. And fuck, I kind of want to punish you for thinking it would be.”
I try to reach between us so I can push his briefs down his hips, but he grabs my arms and pins them above my head in one easy movement. He’s got me totally at his mercy, panting with need for him, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
“I trust you with my body,” I tell him, knowing it’s the truth. After things with Blake, I didn’t know when I’d be ready to sleep with someone else. But I’ve never questioned it with Archer. The moment I started wanting him, I knew I trusted him like this.
His grip around my wrist tightens. His free hand drifts up the side of my face and cups my cheek. “What if I want yourhead and your heart to trust me, too?” His fingertip taps my forehead and then drags across my neck and chest until he places it right in the center over my heart.
I swallow, not knowing what to say back to him. I never imagined him asking me to trust him with either of those.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” he muses, letting his cock brush against me again. “Tell me what’s going through your mind.”
“I just wasn’t expecting you to say that, is all,” I whisper. My eyelids flutter when he softly brushes hair from my face. “Or even want that,” I continue, confessing the real reason why his request threw me off.
“You’d be shocked by all the things I want from you.”
“Like what?”
He smirks, pulling his body from mine. I don’t have time to get disappointed because he still stays between my legs. “I can’t tell you about them yet. I can’t betoomuch of an open book for you, Winnie. Not when you’re still holding back from me.”
My entire body heats when he pushes the fabric of my nightie up. Cold air hits between my thighs, but I barely feel it because I am too warm underneath his hot, needy stare.
“Fuck, you’re tempting,” he mutters. His eyes stay trained between my legs. Feeling shy, I try to push my thighs back together, but he stops me before I can. He clicks his tongue. “No, you’ve started this, baby. Don’t hide from me now.”
His fingertips press into the tender skin of my inner thighs. He’s so close to where I want him, but it still isn’t close enough. As if he can read me like an open book, he lets his hands drift even higher on my legs until he rests them right between the apex of my thighs.
“God, baby…” he marvels, still staring between my legs.
“What?” I ask, my voice breathy because he shouldn’t look this hot staring at me. He’d be so much hotter if he’d actually touch me.
“You’re already so wet that your cum leaksout of you.” His tongue peeks out to wet his lips, and I fight the urge to moan at the sight. Everything this man does is so sexy it’ll be my undoing. “You’re soaked, and I haven’t even touched you yet. How wet will you be when I fuck you?” he adds, his tone thoughtful. He gets this faraway look in his eyes, like he’s imagining fucking me.
“Why don’t you find out?” I counter, my tone more insistent than I was intending it to be. Or maybe that’s exactly what I was trying to do.
“I want to,” he offers. His lips press into a thin line. He takes me by surprise when his finger lightly brushes over my clit.
I moan, my hips bucking off the bed because that one small touch lit my body on fire.
“I’m about to break every one of my fucking rules for you, Winnie,” Archer fumes. “I want—need—your trust, but I also need to taste this pretty pussy.”
“Do it,” I plead, arching my back to get him to touch me again. It works. He runs his fingers through my wetness again.
