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“What’s got you all speechless?” I know exactly what’s stolen her words. I just want to hear her say it.

She breathes out slowly when I reach between her thighs, teasing through her damp panties. “Your dick—it’s pierced. A-and … oh my God … you have a thigh tattoo as well.”

CHAPTER TEN

DARCY

He’s pierced, tattooed,andbigger than I imagined.

Slowly—and with way more conviction than I feel—I snake my hand up to his dick. My intention is to stroke him a few times, although he’s already harder than stone, the tip shining with arousal.

When I wrap a warm palm around the base of his cock, Archer’s hand covers mine. My eyes flick to his. Is he trying to stop me?

“Here’s the thing. It kills me to say this, but I don’t think I can take one pump of your hand.” He releases my grip on him, bringing my palm to his mouth and placing a soft kiss in the center. “I’ve lost count of the number of times I fantasized about us being in this position, and trust me when I say, they all involved you touching me like this.” He chuckles, but it sounds like more of a rumble from his chest. “What’s your favorite position?”

“Doggy,” I reply without a beat of hesitation. “It was the only one where Liam could make me orgasm.”

Archer’s eyes narrow, a question in them. “For real?”

I feel my face flush hot. “Yes. Why?”

Archer rests the palm he just kissed on his shoulder. “Hold on tight.”

Before I have a chance to question anything, I’m on my back and in the center of his bed. Archer hovers over me as he brackets me in between his huge forearms, pieces of dark hair falling over self-assured eyes.

“You’re telling me your favorite way to fuck is without eye contact?” He braces himself on one arm, stroking a thumb underneath my right eye. For a guy with a bad-boy rep and a dominant presence on the ice, he sure can be gentle when he wants to be. “If you really want me to take you like that, then I will. I told you tonight is all about what you want. I just find doggy hard to believe. There are so many better ways I can make you feel special.”

His thumb moves across my bottom lip, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.

Bloody hell, he’s so fucking hot.

“So, tell me again, what position do you want first?”

A surge of heat settles between my thighs, and my pussy tightens beneath him. As Archer rests between my legs, I’m all too aware that with a shift of his body upward, his cock will be pressing against my underwear.

My breathing is ragged, the effect he’s having on me difficult to hide. “Like this,” I whisper, tongue automatically swiping across my bottom lip. “I like it like this.”

“Attagirl.” He just smiles at me—it’s one that if he wasn’t already pulling my panties down and tossing them onto the bedroom floor, I’m sure it would melt them right off anyway.

He moves up, notching himself at my entrance. I’m ready, holding my breath to be stretched out and feel the three-barJacob’s ladder on the underside of his shaft, situated near the tip of his dick.

I close my eyes, overwhelmed at the intensity of the moment.

“Open your eyes, Darcy.” Archer’s voice is coaxing with an unsteady lilt that lingers beneath the surface.

Surely, he isn’t nervous?

Cautiously, I crack them open.

Between my legs, he palms his dick, the other hand still braced by my head, supporting all of his weight.

Archer hesitates, something flashing through his eyes. I wouldn’t call it uncertainty, but it does surprise me. I never expected to see emotion in him. Kindness and care, yes. But nothing deeper.

“Are you on birth control? I realize I didn’t ask you before now, and I’m sorry. I’m tested regularly, and I—” He cuts himself off. “I can wear a condom if you want me to.”

Entranced by the softness in his eyes, I shake my head absentmindedly. “I’m on birth control, and fun fact: I’m actually allergic to latex. I haven’t slept with anyone since Liam, and back then, we used latex-free ones. I’m guessing you don’t have any of those.”

I’m unsure if he’s smiling at the humor in my random allergy or that I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-boyfriend, but when he brushes his lips against mine, my pussy throbs.

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