Page 125 of Comeback
Archer’s hazel eyes search my face. “I love you.”
My heart lurches in my chest at his unexpected words. “You do?”
His answer is a slow nod as he brings his fingers up to the side of my cheek and drags his knuckles down over my skin and then rests one hand along the side of my neck. “Yeah. Does that freak you out?”
“No. I love you too.” I press into him, smiling against his mouth as I kiss him.
“Oh, thank god.” He lets out a rush of air but can’t hide his grin. “I was worried.”
“No, you weren’t.” I swat at him playfully.
“I was a little.” His voice is a little more serious. He guides his hand down so his palm is splayed out over my chest. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
His lips pull up higher at the corners as he watches my mouth and feels my words.
I sit up. “I love you, Archer.”
I love you too,he signs back, then with his left hand he makes half a heart and holds it up in the air.
I do the same with my right hand, putting it up next to his to form a perfect heart.
Giddy, I move so I’m straddling him. His hands move under my tank top, and I let mine roam over his chest and stomach. I’ll never get tired of tracing the muscle and memorizing every inch of him. He’s perfect.
“You’re perfect,” he says as he cups my breasts.
A laugh shakes free from my chest. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
I pull my shirt off for him and toss it onto the floor beside the bed, then push myself down so I’m face-level with the bulge in his sweatpants.
He lifts his hips as I hook my fingers under the band and tug. When his cock springs free, I lean down until my lips are millimeters from the head, look up at him and sign,Perfect.
I don’t give him a chance to reply before I take him into my mouth.
He groans, pushing my hair back with one hand and wrapping the strands around his fingers. The slight tug makes my scalp prick and desire pool low in my stomach.
I wish I could explain to him how much he’s changed me and my life for the better. I came back to Lake City still wounded from all that my mom had been through. I was filled with determination, but it was tinged with fear. Fear about my mom’s health and that I wouldn’t be able to accomplish the very thing she sent me here to do.
Archer was there for me, helping with the studio without my ever asking. Taking some of that burden left room for me to dream and decide what it was I truly wanted for myself. Not just with the studio but how I want to show up in the world.
And somewhere along the way, he worked his way up the list. I want him. Now and as part of my future.
As I lick and suck, bobbing up and down over his length, he groans and tightens his grip in my hair, ever so gently pushing me to take him deeper.
I do, but then he’s quick to use that same tight grip to pull me off him.
“I need to be inside you.” He rises up and flips me onto my back. The speed at which he gets my panties off is truly impressive.
He reaches toward the nightstand where he keeps the condoms.
I grab his arm and wait for him to look at me. His stare goes straight to my mouth.
“I want to feel you. All of you.”
His gaze moves from my lips to my eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod rapidly. “I was just at the doctor and I’m on birth control.”
