Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Pretty awesome. You can see most of the city from here,” I say.
He rests his arms against the metal railing as he stands beside me, close enough to feel his warmth bleeding through my clothes.
“What’s up with you, really?” he asks. “Somehow, I don’t think you came here to just admire the view.”
“Yes. No. I mean…” God, why is this so hard? I huff out a breath. “I just came to talk. If you want to, I mean. After dinner, you seemed kinda bothered. It’s not my business, but…” I dip my head, not wanting to look him in the face. “Look, I appreciate what you did with Holden. I’m super grateful for all your help, really, and I want you to know that if you ever need an ear, I’m here. For you and Colt both.”
He’s dead silent for so long I wonder if he hears me. I glance up to see him staring at me with a crooked smile, so close and so striking I can’t remember how to breathe.
“What about a mouth?” he whispers, his voice low and gruff and raspy. “Frankly, that would help me a lot more than an ear tonight, Winnie.”
A mouth?
I frown, my frazzled brain trying to parse what he means.
Until he grabs my shoulders.
Until he pulls me closer.
Until he makes his words crystal clear with a demand disguised as a kiss.
Holy hell.
There’s no gentle pleading, not tonight.
No hesitation.
He knows what he wants, and he goes for it.
I don’t hesitate, opening my lips and tangling my tongue with his, matching him stroke for stroke.
My body is so hot and tense I can’t stand it.
And I run my hands down his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, until he groans.
He kisses me again, deeper than ever, his tongue moving against mine with a fury, speaking silent words.
I moan into his mouth so loud it’s almost embarrassing.
But I can feel his erection, thick and hard, pressed against my belly.
Wanting him this bad isn’t a passive thing.
It’s an entire storm, just as demanding as his kiss.
Just as consuming as the feel of his thick, coarse hands running down my sides.
His thumb swipes under my breast, tracing the curve until he winds up to my nipple.
I break away to gasp.
“You’re perfect,” he tells me. “Fucking perfect. Men will kill to be inside you, Winnie.”
Right now, I think he’s killing me.
Because this is what I’ve craved.
Filthy truths pouring from a man’s mouth. From a man who actually cares.
But Archer doesn’t need to sweet-talk me into bed.
For him, I’ll go down willing and eager.
For him, I’ll open my legs and give it all up to a man, not an immature little boy.
My lips tingle from the scrape of his stubble.
Flipping delicious.
When he turns his attention to my neck, stamping hot, rough kisses that pull at my skin when he sucks, all I can think about is how he’ll feel between my legs, the wild contrast of his hot tongue and the animal friction that’s imminent.
Sighing, I press my thighs together and almost gasp at the sensation.
I’m so wet it’s insane.
His hands skim down my butt and his fingers grip my cheeks.
Closer.
Closer, his grip says, and he holds me in place so he can grind against me. The shorts are thin and molded to him, so tight I can feel every inch of him.
Yeah, there’s a very real chance I might just combust and set his house on fire. I don’t know how he’ll ever explain the ashes to the police.
And I’m even more baffled how I’m still standing as he pulls my robe open and sucks, hard enough to mark me, just above my nipple.
I fall against him with another moan, completely in shambles.
“Let me hear you, Winnie. Tell me you want this,” he growls between kisses, sucking and pulling with his teeth.
Oh, sweet hell.
His breath feels furious against my neck, pure dragon smoke condensed into a whisper.
My robe hangs open.
Answering, I undo the knot around my waist, tugging it open.
Sadly, I’m not completely naked underneath, but I sleep in a tank top and a pair of loose, silky shorts that skim the curve of my ass. Not deliberately, but right now I’m glad I didn’t opt for my ratty tee and boring cotton panties.
But from the way Archer growls his approval, I think he’d still love me if I was wearing a paper bag.
He slides my robe the rest of the way off, tugging until it pools on the floor.
My nipples pebble in the night air and he circles a peak with one hand, wrapping his other around my waist, the better to make me a willing captive.
Before I can wonder what he’ll do next, he lifts me up and carries me inside.
I wrap my legs around him, rubbing across his length.
Fuck me, that’s good.
And that’s exactly what I want, what I need—for him to take me now.