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“Fuck,” he groans against my skin, “you taste good, Mayet.”
“Where are you taking me?” I arch my neck and allow him to feast. But when he slides his hands along my ribs and down to my thighs, I tremble with anticipation.
When he lifts me, like I knew he would, I wrap my legs around his hips and slide my fingers through the short hair at the back of his head.
His hands are so broad, callused and perfect in how they brush over my skin and send goosebumps sprinting to the tips of my toes. Then he turns on his feet, blind, because he’d rather focus on me than on the direction he walks. “Do you remember that time we snuck onto the rich old geezer’s property, and I showed you the waterfall?”
“Mm…” I hum in the back of my throat and close my eyes. “Yes. I love being in the water with you.”
“That’s where I’m taking you right now.”
He moves off our small deck and makes his way across perfect white sand. His strength makes it so I don’t fear being dropped. His caress, warm enough that, when he walks into the water and the waves lap against my legs, I don’t squeal from the cold.
In fact, the water is the most divine warmth I’ve never felt outside of a bathtub.
“Do you wanna jump off the top again, Mayet?” He tugs the sensitive skin of my neck between his teeth, but he doesn’t clamp down. He doesn’t hurt me.He would never. “I could carry you all the way up and make you trust me as we fall. Or we could—”
“Stay here. Let’s… stay here,” I purr.
Once the water reaches my chest, and the waves are just strong enough to make us sway, I release Archer’s neck and fall back to float. To stretch my arms above my head and open my body for his perusal.
My belly, for his fingers to stroke.
And my breasts, for his tongue to taste.
I frown when, for just a beat, I remember my necklace, and look down only to realize it’s not on me. But Archer’s perfect emerald stare is enough to distract my mind and send me back to oblivion. To have goosebumps sprinting to my scalp, and tingles rolling along my spine.
Unlatching my legs from around his hips, he steps around my body and places one arm under my back. To keep me floating and near. But then he slips his free hand into my bikini bottoms and surprises a gasp from deep in my lungs when he slides two thick fingers inside me.
“Oh god.” I exhale a sharp breath and scrunch my eyes shut.
But the sun above still works to break through, and Archer’s penetrating gaze warms my skin.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and groan. Because he knows how to play my body. How to wring the most delicious pleasure from my core and wrap me up tight enough to make me think I might literally explode.
Even when I think I can’t give any more, he takes, takes, takes, until tears form in my eyes, and the world becomes a kaleidoscope of a million colors.
“I love you, Minka Mayet.” His lips crash down on mine and swallow the cry of pleasure that rolls out to freedom. “I love you more than I love anything else on the planet. Haven’t I proven yet there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you?”
ARCHER
“Parker Slade remains on the loose,”Tiffany Hewitt yammers from the steps out front of the bank.
I watch her on the tiny screen of my phone while I sit on a cold steel bench in the hall in the middle of the hospital. Waiting. Waiting. Always fucking waiting.
“A police operation is underway, and a manhunt has begun. But as of this moment,”she checks her watch on live television,“seven in the morning, the police have been unsuccessful in their mission. For now, we urge all citizens of Copeland City to remain indoors. Stay home. Lock up. Just as soon as Parker Slade is safely behind bars, I’ll be the first to tell you.”
“Detective Malone?”
Locking my phone with a fast thumb to the side of the device, I wrench my head to the right and find a nurse—a new face—waiting with a soft expression.
Her eyes are gentle, her face, round. She wears aqua scrubs whose pockets are filled to the brim, so they bulge ahead of her. But she extends a hand and beckons me closer. “Ms. Mayet is in—”
“DoctorMayet.” I scramble to my feet and walk with her along the hall. “She worked really hard for her title,” I qualify. “She earned it.”
“Okay.” She slows at the entrance of the hall and gestures me down another. “DoctorMayet has been settled in her room. She’s out of post-op, and Doctor Tran feels she’s well enough to avoid the ICU.”
“That’s good, right?” I quicken my steps, if only to force her to move faster. “No ICU means she’s pretty much all better, huh?”
