“No, monogamy is fine. I’m trouble, remember? Dating would be too messy.”
“I think you’re your own worst critic,” I retorted.
His smile grew, and there was a glint to his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Helikedthis game we were playing, which made two of us. Whatever was happening, I wanted more of it.
He leaned closer to me still, and the somersaults in my stomach from earlier increased. “Maybe so, but your high school friend agrees, which makes it a valid assessment.”
I met him across the table, a meager foot separating us now. “And what if I like trouble?”
A look that was pure sin flashed across his face before he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d say no one likes trouble.”
“I’d argue that some of us do, depending on what kind of trouble it is you’re offering.” I’d come over to his table for conversation, because I hadn’t back then, and I’d be lying if I said that I’d never been even slightly curious about him.But somewhere between walking over here, and now, I’d made the decision that I wanted more from Archer than polite conversation. What I wanted now, was entirely impolite.
He pressed his lips together, tongue sliding between them, as he looked out over the bar before returning his gaze to mine. “And if I told you I’m not offering anything?”
I wouldn’t call myself a conceited person, but I knew what I was working with—what I spent hours in the gym working on. And because I never did the whole “boyfriend” thing, I’d become very adept at telling when a guy was into me. And Archer? He was most definitely into me. I shrugged, and casually took a sip of my drink, calling his bluff with my next words. “I’d say that’s fine, and that I could happily find the trouble I’m searching for elsewhere.”
Standing, I made to leave, but his hand reached out, gently encircling my wrist. My eyes dropped down to his fingers, then up at him, a smirk already on my lips before he spoke.
“You want trouble, Darcy? You’ve found it.” He stood to his full height, and it was rare that I had to crane my neck to look up at a guy—being five foot ten would do that to a girl—but Archer made me feel petite, and I liked it. Bending down, his voice was low in my ear. “Follow me, and try not to look like you’re about to have sex in the bathroom.”
“Am I about to have sex in the bathroom?” I quipped, my heart racing excitedly.
He released my wrist. “Only if you want to get into some trouble with me, Darcy.” Then he shot me a wink and started toward the hallway.
Was I seriously about to have sex in a bar bathroom? The heat building between my thighs from our conversation alone said yes, which is how I found myself snagging Shayna’s attention, and motioning to her that I’d be right back, before disappearing down the hall.
I hadn’t gotten the door to the men’s room fully closed before a strong hand gripped my waist, and pushed me back against it. The lock gave a quiet click as it slid into place, and then his mouth was on mine, andholy shit. If a kiss could consume me, this would be it. His lips were firm and demanding, the fingers he had on my hip digging into my flesh, as his other hand curled around the back of my neck, tipping my head back. He nipped at my lower lip, making me gasp, and then his tongue was in my mouth, dominating and claiming me as his own.
I moaned, and shoved my fingers through his hair, anchoring myself to him, my body coiling tight with delicious tension. This kiss was everything, but I needed more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his mouth dropping to my neck before sliding to my shoulder.
“Yes. Please.” My voice was breathy.
He pressed a kiss over the dainty strap of my camisole before taking it between his teeth and slipping it over my shoulder. His hand discarded the other one, and then my shirt was hanging loosely around my stomach, my nipples hard peaks through the black lace of my bra. I squirmed in his hold while he merely stared at me.
“I was promised trouble,” I teased, dropping my hand between us and palming the hard length of him through the front of his jeans.
“And you and that mouth of yours are going to get it.” He grinned roguishly, before lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, and setting me on the bathroom counter. His fingers made quick work of the button on my jeans, and I pushed myself up so he could slide them down my legs and onto the floor. I didn’t have time to worry about the sanity of the situation because in the next moment, his hand descended between my legs and I lost all ability to think. The rough pad of his thumb circled my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, as one of hisfingers slipped down to toy with the slickness at my entrance before pushing inside. My eyes slammed shut, colors exploding behind my eyelids.
“Oh my god, yes.” I panted. “More.”
He made a low rumbling sound in his throat, as he added another finger, slowly sliding them in and out. Then, without warning, he picked up the pace, fingers pumping into me ruthlessly, as he took my nipple between his teeth through the lace of my bra and bit gently. My feet pressed into his back, holding him to me, as I grew hotter, the tension inside me winding tighter and tighter until I snapped. I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming out, as my release tore through me.
Before I could gather a coherent thought, Archer was pressing open-mouthed kisses over my breast, up my neck, and along my jaw until he captured my lips with his. Kissing had never been so addicting before; I could always take it or leave it whenever I was with someone, but I wanted to take every single one of this man’s kisses. They were scorching and all consuming.
“Tell me to keep going,” he growled.
My brain was sparking with lust, any coherent response I had sizzling out and leaving me with three-word sentences. “I need you.”
Standing to his full height, he undid his belt buckle with one hand in a singular fluid motion, and pulled out his cock. I stared at the perfection before me, unable to help myself from drinking him in.
He was gorgeous.
When he began reaching for his wallet to presumably pull out a condom, I grabbed his wrist, shaking my head. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean . . . unless you’d feel more comfortable with a—”
His mouth crashed into mine, silencing the rest of that sentence. “I’m clean too. I want to feel you.”
