Page 75 of Comeback
“I’m not so sure about that, but I’m willing to risk it.” He leans down and takes my legs out from underneath me. I clutch at his shoulders as he lifts me up and holds me against him as he stalks toward his room.
He kicks the door shut behind us. My heart flutters as we lock eyes. We stare a beat as if we’re both deciding whether or not we’re really going to do this, then lunge at the same time. I sigh into his mouth as his lips slant over mine. Archer kisses me like he’s been counting the seconds since the last time we did this.
My arms tighten around his neck, and I press into him. He steps up to the bed and lays me down on it gently.
“Sorry it’s not a waterbed.”
I giggle and sit up so that when he climbs over me, I can kiss him again. He pushes me back onto the bed, covering me with his body. My legs fall open to make room for him. His dick is hard and pushes against my center.
We both groan. I nip at his bottom lip, and he presses against me. Archer pulls back with the sexiest moan. He inches down my body, staring up at me with hooded eyes. He lifts up my shirt and places a kiss on my stomach. Then his hands work on unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down.
He stares down at me like he’s in no rush, but I’m struggling to keep still. Every nerve ending begs for relief. Archer moves back up over me and kisses me again, this time more tenderly.
Noise somewhere in the apartment catches my attention and I break the kiss to listen.
“What’s wrong?” Archer asks.
“Do you hear that?”
He arches a brow, and I roll my eyes.
“It sounds like…” I trail off as I realize exactly what I’m hearing. Archer grins like he already knew, even without actually hearing it. Brogan and London are doing the same thing we are. Except not so quietly. “They’re so loud.”
“Not so cute now, huh?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps a few buttons. Music starts to play through his speakers.
“Had to be rock, huh?” I ask, not bothering to yell because I know he’s watching my lips.
“I could switch it to Ariana if you’d like.”
“I don’t care what you play, just kiss me again.”
A cocky smirk tips up one side of his mouth. He sets his phone on the nightstand and then lies in front of me. My hand strokes up and down his arm. He has really great forearms.
“Remember to squeeze twice if you want me to stop.”
I’ve barely deciphered his meaning when he’s pulling my knee over his hip. His fingers drift around to my back and then lazily lower over my panties until they settle on the back of my thigh.
“Sabrina?”
“Squeeze twice. Got it. Now kiss me.”
He chuckles but lowers his mouth to mine. He’s not tender or soft this time. His tongue sweeps in and tangles with mine. He captures my moans and hums in reply. Archer pulls me on top of him so that I’m straddling his lap. His hands roam up my thighs to my waist, over my arms and shoulders and to the side of my neck.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
My skin heats with the compliment. I slide my hands underneath his shirt and drag them over his cut stomach and chest. “Right back at ya.”
I tug on the material, and he sits up enough for me to remove it. My gaze drops to his tattoos, and I run a finger over a tiny saguaro cactus woven into the rest of his tattoos. Something about it makes me smile.
But not for long because Archer is doing his own exploring, and it feels divine. One hand stays on the side of my neck and the other lowers until he’s teasing my skin high up on my thigh with his deliciously warm and rough fingers.
Slowly he moves higher until the tips of his fingers brush against my panties. A shaky breath leaves my lips. He pauses like he thinks I’m unsure.
“Don’t stop. Whatever is the opposite of two squeezes.”
He moves his hand on the side of my neck around until his palm rests against my throat lightly. “I wish I could hear every moan, every gasp, every word that leaves your mouth, but at least this way I can feel it. I won’t stop if you don’t hold back.”
“Deal.”
