“Yes.”
Then he pulled out, scooted off the bed, and gave me a mischievous grin.
Accepting the challenge, I casually swung my legs over the bed and walked toward the living room. “I think I’ll get some pie.”
Archer seized my wrist and yanked me against him. We laughed as I hooked my arms around his neck.
“You have a great laugh,” he said to me.
I ran my hands down his chest and around to his perfectly shaped rear end. “And you have a great…big… ego!”
When he jerked his head back, I squealed and darted out of the room.
Archer caught me in the living room, hooked his arm around me, and met my eyes. “Is that so?” He walked me backward. “How’s this for an ego: I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t be able to move.”
A warmth radiated through my body, and that spark of humor became electric when he kissed me. His tongue masterfully stroked mine, going deeper as he lay on top of me on the sofa.
Archer was inside me before the kiss broke, and the energy between us was twofold.
I scattered pink pillows to the floor to make room for my arms. A rising tide of passion carried us away, and I edged closer to climax. As if sensing it, Archer quickened his pace.
“Archer,” I whimpered. “I need to be on top.”
“Tell me why.” He slowed to a stop.
A blush heated my face. “Because…”
Kissing my chin, he whispered, “Say it.”
I clenched my sex. “Because I want to ride the wolf.”
He kissed my lips. “Naughty, naughty.”
After sucking on my breasts, he caressed my cheek and then got up. Archer sat on the floor with his back against the couch. He stretched his arm over the cushion and tipped his head to the side, his lips still swollen from my kiss.
Staring at his large, beautiful erection, I swallowed my fear of taking control.
“Climb on top of me, Cici. Spread those pretty legs and do bad things.”
I straddled him, letting his eyes roam up my body. I wondered if my instincts had to do with my animal, but my boundless energy was wasted lying on my back.
When I knelt, I gripped his shaft and positioned it. His eyebrows gathered wolfishly in the middle as if he was concentrating.
My lips softly touched his, the taste of his passion like a decadent fruit. “I’m going to ride you fast and hard. Can you hold out?”
He gave me a cocky grin. “I never come this way. Remember how we did it the first time? When I bent you over and parted your legs? That’s the way my wolf likes it. That’s what I’m going to do to you when your legs can’t ride me anymore.”
I slowly eased down, taking him in. Archer grunted, revealing that his cocky demeanor was only a façade. Anchoring my arms onhis shoulders, I rose up and sank back down, the plush rug padding my knees. Once I memorized his length, knowing how high I could go without losing him, I found a rhythm and maintained it.
Archer’s tongue brushed across my sensitive nipple every so often, but my breasts were bouncing with the movement of my body, making it difficult for him to latch on.
The hair on my neck stood on end as my animal pulsed beneath my skin, and I could feel her raw power pushing me.
My body flushed all over as I rode him.
Oh God… it’s better this way.
Our skin slapped together, and a sheen of sweat covered his brow.
