His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers grazing my bare skin, and I gasp, arching into him. “Archer…”
“God, Bella,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need as his lips trail down my neck, “I need you. Always.”
I shiver, but it has nothing to do with the cold. “I’m yours,” I whisper back, my voice trembling but my heart steady. “Always.”
Everything about Archer astounds me. He moves with a confidence that draws me in, making me feel both safe and electrified. His presence, the way his hands skim over me, andthe way he looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters—it makes my heart race and my body hum with anticipation.
“Thank you for such a wonderful picnic,” I murmur, even though we didn’t even get a chance to eat yet.
He doesn’t say anything, but the way his hand tightens around mine, how he pulls me closer, tells me everything I need to know. With him is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
His soft sigh against my mouth, the way he kisses me back so tenderly, sets my nerves on fire. My body melts into his, and I feel the cool air against my skin as he trails his hand across my shoulders, pushing my hair to one side.
His eyes meet mine, glistening in the soft light, and that smile—God, that smile. It’s the smile that makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. He kisses me again, and everything inside me ignites. I lose myself in the way his lips move against mine, in the warmth of his hands that explore my body, pulling me deeper into him.
Before I know it, our lips are devouring every inch of skin we can find. His hands slip beneath the simple dress I’d chosen today, just for him. His touch is urgent, but it’s filled with something more—something that makes my heart race faster.
"Archer," I breathe, his name falling from my lips as if it’s the only word that matters. I work at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin, to close the space between us. As soon as my fingers find the warm, hard plane of his chest, I can’t stop. I need him—now.
“Hurry,” I plead, my voice a desperate whisper as I lie back, my hair wild beneath me on the cool grass. My heart is pounding, and every inch of me is aching for him. “I want you, Archer.”
He groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest, sending a shiver through me. "So sweet," he whispers, kissing a snowflake from my nose and finally pulling his zipper down. When I reachfor him, my hand wrapping around his hard length, the feel of him makes my breath catch. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the raw need that mirrors my own.
I can’t help myself. I take him in my hand, stroking, teasing, and it’s as if I’ve unlocked something primal inside him. His head tilts back, his hands fisting in my hair as he pants my name. But before I can go any further, he pulls me away, groaning with restraint.
"Bella," he pants, his voice tight with control. He gently pushes me back onto the grass, his hands smoothing over my thighs, spreading me open beneath him. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s something else there too—reverence. He wants to savor this moment, to make it last.
He kisses his way down my body, slowly pulling my dress higher, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches my panties, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin as he looks up at me with a glint in his eye.
"Jesus, you’re stunning," he murmurs, and the way he says it makes my heart flip. His hands slide the fabric down my legs, and I can barely breathe as he lowers himself between my thighs, his mouth hovering over my most sensitive spot.
The first stroke of his tongue makes my entire body jolt. My back arches, and my fingers dig into the grass as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. He doesn’t let up, his tongue lapping at me, teasing, as his fingers work their way inside, stretching me, preparing me for him.
"Archer," I cry out, my voice ragged with need. I can’t think, I can’t speak—all I can do is feel him. His mouth, his fingers—it’s too much, too good, and when he sucks on my clit, I come apart with a violent shudder, my thighs trembling around him.
He doesn’t stop, not even as my body convulses beneath him. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as his tonguecontinues its assault, drawing out every last bit of pleasure he can.
“So fucking delicious,” he mutters as he crawls back up my body, his mouth finding mine again. The taste of me on his lips sends another surge of heat through me, and I pull him closer, desperate to feel him inside me. I need him.
“Bella,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. "I want you. Now."
“I want you too,” I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair as I kiss him again. "Please, Archer."
With one slow, deliberate motion, he lines himself up at my pussy, teasing me, drawing out the anticipation. I can feel the tip of him brushing against my soaked folds, and I bite my lip, my entire body trembling with need.
"I can’t wait to be buried inside you," he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’m ready,” I say, my voice soft but steady. But I can’t hide the nervous flutter in my chest.
“Hey, beautiful, look at me,” he whispers, his fingers gently pushing my hair back from my face. His eyes lock with mine, and for the first time since he proposed, I feel calm. “I’ve waited for you, for this.”
His words wash over me like a soothing balm, calming my nerves, reassuring me. He kisses me again, slower this time, and as he begins to slide inside me, I can feel every inch of him, filling me, claiming me. My breath catches in my throat, and I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him, but there’s no pain—only pleasure.
Time seems to stop as we move together, his body fitting perfectly against mine, the cool breeze whispering through the trees. I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the way he fills me so completely.
This is everything.
The heat of his body against mine, the way his hands possess me, the sound of my name on his lips—it’s everything. More than I ever imagined.
