Page 218 of Three Reckless Words

My pants and panties come down easier, and soon we’re fully bared, panting with anticipation.

We’ve done this countless times, but he still leaves me soaked.

I know his body better than my own after I’ve mapped it with my tongue.

I know the chiseled lines of his muscle, the dips and valleys, the dark ink mingling with chest hair.

I know exactly how sharp the arrow pointing to his groin is, and where the tiny scar on his abdomen came from.

I know so much about this man, but I’m still awestruck when we’re caught in the moment, almost trembling with the raw urge to have him in me.

And now there’s this beautiful ring on my finger.

That’s new and it gives this a special edge.

I don’t want to ever take it off.

His hands make me gasp when he touches me.

“Winnie, fuck,” he growls out my name, just the way I love. “You’re too perfect.”

“Archer—”

“No. Let me touch you.” His voice is raw, so I stay where I am, kneeling before him as he traces his fingers down my stomach, around my thighs, and finally to my pulsing center.

I gasp.

Holy hell.

Why does it feel sodifferent?

I don’t know if it’s the ring or the promise of marriage hanging over us like this wild aphrodisiac, or even the emotional sugar rush that makes my skin tingle. But it’s like my body comes alive with new nerves when he touches me.

It sings.

“You’re so wet for me, good girl. Do you really need this cock so bad?” he mutters, sliding one finger inside me.

I go tight and loose at once, the electric pleasure intensifying.

The noise I make sounds obscene.

Oh, I love it.

“I’m yours,” I whisper, watching the way his face changes when I tell him.

His eyes widen and his nostrils flare.

His blue gaze sharpens, all midnight stars, ready to devour me like the night.

His cock jerks, but I stay where I am.

It feels so good to surrender and let this man lead.

“You’re mine. Tell me.” He slides another finger in my pussy.

“Yours, yours,” I whisper.

I roll my hips, helping his strokes.

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