Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I can’t stand having her this close, in my arms with her tits pressed against my chest, and her heart hammering away. That sweet scent I noticed last night can’t be her shampoo since she washed her hair in the bath, and while I learned a lot about her today, I didn’t learn the brand she uses.
It must be her. Whatever it is that makes her so special. Whatever it is that makes her impossible to forget.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
Right now, she’s shaking in my arms. I don’t want that. I want her to be comfortable. To trust me. I slide a hand down her back. “Relax.” All she does is stiffen up and hold her breath. “I’ll never hurt you. I only want you to trust me.”
She’s trying, I can tell. But it’s not enough. I want her to melt against me. I want her to wind herself around me and cling to me and writhe while moaning my name.
Her breath catches when my hand skims the curve of her ass. But she doesn’t push me away—in fact, she moves closer, thrusting her hips against mine.
So, the angel isn’t so angelic. I didn’t think she would be under the right circumstances, with the right man touching her, exploring the curves of her body, testing the softness of her flawless skin.
I slide my hand under the waistband of her sweats and groan when I remember she’s not wearing underwear. That’s one thing I don’t have lying around, women’s panties. Good thing, since I don’t want anything standing in the way of touching her. Dipping into her heat.
“Archer…” It’s the sweetest sound in the world, a symphony. She arches her back, gasping when I find her slit. “Please…”
She’s so slick, dripping wet, and I want nothing more than to shove my face between her thighs and lick up every drop. The only thing that stops me is knowing she’ll freak out.
Right now, all that matters is getting her to relax. Getting her to rest. There’s nothing better for that than coming hard, and that’s what I’m going to make her do.
Her fingers bite into my shoulders as I part her lips, sliding my finger through her slickness, feeling how hot she is at her core—that welcoming heat, inviting me in, drawing me closer. Instead of pushing inside, I move up to the hard nub under her mound.
“Oh, my god!” She clenches around me, moving her hips, moaning as I tease her, swirling my finger around the very tip, circling, teasing out another moan and another. Learning how she likes it. How she needs to be touched. What lights her up, what makes her build and build until she—
“Fuck! Oh, Archer! Oh, my god!” She buries her head in my shoulder, spasming, thighs clamping around my hand as she comes apart. I’m hard as a fucking diamond and dripping precum in my boxers, but that doesn’t matter right now.
All that matters is holding her. Letting her ride it out. Kissing her forehead, her cheek, her neck as she comes down. Her breathing slows along with her heartbeat against my chest.
The most precious thing ever born, clinging to me, finally relaxing against my body now that I’ve made her come. She falls asleep without another word, and after a while, I do, too.
7
Madison
Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
What’s that beat running through my head? Slow, measured, even. My head rises and falls a little. Then again.
Oh, my god.
My eyes fly open, and… yes, it’s as bad as I just imagined.
I fell asleep on Archer’s chest. How long have I been like this? Oh, my god, did I drool on him? I do that sometimes when I’m out cold, and I was definitely out cold until just now. I don’t think I’ve slept that soundly in months. Maybe years.
Because I was exhausted, right? Sure, that’s what I want to tell myself as my entire body flushes. I know better, though. He knocked me out cold.
And I can’t believe he did it. I can’t believe I let him do it.
More than anything, I can’t believe how much I wanted him to.
I was terrified at first. What was he going to do? How far would he go? He was too strong for me to get away and too fast. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him.
Turns out, I didn’t want to. Not when he touched me like he did. I never imagined that, not in my wildest dreams, the feeling of burning up from the inside out. Like I was going to explode, all because he brushed a hand over my—
The thought makes me blush even harder than before.
I’m careful as I raise myself up off his very firm, surprisingly comfortable chest. This is the first time I’ve ever shared a bed with anybody, man or woman. I hope I didn’t snore or anything worse. I don’t have the first idea of co-sleeping etiquette.