Page 74 of Three Reckless Words

Holy Mother of Lust.

His hands are rampant, squeezing and stroking and suddenlyeverywhere.

My hands are everywhere else.

I don’t have time to think about it or time to give them direction.

They slide over his shoulders, his chest, admiring the hard cut of his muscles under his shirt, tugging him closer.

I need the burning air from his lungs.

I need his skin on mine.

I need him closer,closer.

I’m a silent demand, asking for so much more than this breath-thieving kiss.

He can have my whole heart.

He can tear my clothes off right here, right now, and bury his cock in me.

This man can have everything.

He can take me apart one fierce stroke at a time.

He can fuck my lights out just as long as he makes me forget.

Please, just make me forget I’m Winnie, the lost runaway bride with her life in ruins, and give it to me like a woman in full control of her destiny.

I’m smiling like a madwoman as I moan into his mouth, closing my eyes, surrendering in a way I haven’t ever before.

Kiss by steaming kiss, as his tongue chases mine, I ask Archer Rory to demolish me so I can build myself again.

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HONEY DRUNK (ARCHER)

God fucking damn.

How is she sweeter than that purple honey?

This woman is a human drug.

Small, yet all-consuming.

Shy, yet brave enough to make demands.

Broken, yet still boiling with passion.

When she opens her mouth, tongue sliding against mine, I react on instinct, pulling her closer, stealing another moan from her lips.

Yeah, fuck, she tastes as good as she feels under my hands.

I swear I want to maul her.

My hands sweep lower, grabbing her ass. I don’t care how hard I squeeze those cheeks.

I’m already drunk on this Sugarbee, devouring her one messy kiss at a time, both of us breathless and making noises that aren’t human.

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