Page 55 of Comeback
“I got it, but please don’t stop.”
As he lunges for me, he lets out a low groan that I feel all the way to my toes. His lips are full and soft, and he doesn’t waste any time before sweeping his tongue into my mouth. No pretense of a chaste, innocent kiss, just a whole lot of pent-up longing. And I am here for it.
His hands frame my face, holding me in place—like I’m going anywhere. I’m exactly where I want to be. Archer uses his hold on me to turn me around and walk me backward until my shoulder blades slam against the door.
He pulls back, gaze dropping to my mouth before he brings his lips back to mine. His hands roam down to the sides of my neck. My pulse hammers against his touch and my body tingles as his lips and teeth graze the same trail as his hands.
I push my hips into his, seeking friction to ease the throb between my legs. Archer groans against my collarbone and presses me harder against the door. He reaches down and hooks a hand around my left leg, lifting it off the ground until my knee rests against his hip. His thumb strokes the inside of my calf as his hard length grinds against my aching core.
“Archer.” His name is little more than a rasp from my lips, but he seeks out my gaze again. It hits me not for the first time how much time Archer spends worrying about everything going on around him. He doesn’t want to miss anything, but he’s constantly on edge that he won’t catch a word or signal because of his hearing loss.
I reach for him, pulling his mouth back to mine. I swallow his moan and instead of giving him one in return, I go with a tactile approach. I slide my hands under his shirt and drag my short nails across his skin. His muscles flex under my touch.
“Fuck, do that again.” He latches onto my neck and sucks while I scratch his chest and abs. He’s seriously cut with muscles that map across his upper body like an intricate design.
The hand he has on my leg inches higher up my thigh until he’s so close to his thumb brushing across my soaked panties that I hold my breath with anticipation.
My phone pings, sounding a lot louder than normal in the quiet, dark room. Archer freezes. I tell him to ignore it by movinginto his hand. A whimper leaves my lips as his fingers finally brush against my core.
I don’t know how we got here, but I have never wanted someone’s hands on me more.
His phone goes off next. The vibration hums through his pocket to my hip. He says nothing as his fingers slide over me until he’s cupping my pussy through the lacy material.
He nips my bottom lip and then locks onto me with his dark hazel stare as he slips one finger under the side of my panties.
“Archer,” I say his name quietly, but he doesn’t miss it.
Or the loud ringing of my phone again.
“Should you check that?”
“Definitely not.” A shaky laugh leaves my lips. He’s making lazy circles an inch away from where I want his fingers most. He just keeps staring like he has all the time in the world until I pull my phone out. It stops ringing as I say, “It’s Brogan.”
Archer’s phone starts going off again.
“One guess who that is,” he says. He lets out a small sigh as he slowly sets my leg back on the ground and then pulls out his phone. He taps out something, presumably a text to my brother, and then pockets it again.
“We’re out of time, Cinderella.” He tips my chin up with two fingers and presses another kiss to my mouth, humming like he’s in pain as he pulls away.
He takes my hand then holds it up, staring at my wrist. “You lost your charm.”
It takes me a second to realize what he’s saying, but when I glance at my bracelet, the ballet slipper is gone.
“Oh.” I’m still dazed from the kissing. Kissing I’d like to repeat. “It’s okay. It was just an old, cheap bracelet.”
He nods and starts to pull me back out of the room.
“Wait.” I stop and grab on to his arm so he can’t keep going. “That’s it? What about us?”
“Right now, I need to get you back to Brogan. Your brother is worried someone has coerced you into a promiscuous situation.”
My lips curve up slowly.
“This probably shouldn’t have happened.” He reaches forward and tucks my hair behind one ear. His fingers brush my cheek and along my jaw before they drop.
“Because of Brogan?”
“He is my best friend in the whole world. My brother in all the ways that matter.”
