Page 142 of Three Reckless Words

“Well, it’s not getting any earlier. You better make up for it now.”

As his arms wrap around me, he stands, and I link my legs around his waist.

We stumble to his room like drunken teenagers, kissing and groping until I can’t breathe.

He definitely can’t see past my curls.

My back collides with the wall, and he tugs at my pajama top until it comes off.

“Much better,” he rasps, bending his head so he can suck my nipples.

My top lies on the floor, forgotten, and I rub myself against him, loving the way his breath comes fast and hard against my bare skin, pelting me with desire.

With Archer, it’s always so raw.

That’s what makes it so good.

It’s never a secret how much he wants me or how much I turn him on, and I’m pretty sure I could come just by looking at him.

When it’s over, I’m going to miss that.A lot.

But I’m not thinking about over now—the only thing that matters is the way he’s touching me, pushing my thoughts from my mind.

“Are you gonna fuck me right here?” I pant, running my hands through his hair.

“Why not?”

There’s no good reason, except I want to see Archer in bed, hands digging into my ass as I ride him.

After last night, I want a little control.

“Take me to bed first,” I whisper, running my lips along his throat.

He chuckles roughly and takes my nipple in his teeth.

I’m pretty sure my lady parts have been scattered to the seven winds by now.

“As she wishes,” he snarls. “My bed.”

So sexy.

So is the way he carries me into his room, one hand on my ass moving me up and down against his cock, rubbing me against him.

I’m pretty sure even through two whole layers, he can feel how wet I am.

By the time we reach the bed, I’m already close.

Totally ridiculous, because even though we’ve been sleeping together for a while, I’m still not used to the spell he casts on me.

It must be magic, simmering my blood and turning nerves I didn’t know I had into purring violin strings aching to be touched.

He tries to lay me down on the bed, but I keep my legs locked, and he tumbles down after me.

We both laugh, breathy and gasping.

For a second, I just absorb the magnificent feeling of him on top of me, his weight and heat and strength.

Yeah, this man couldn’t be disgusting if he tried.

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