“Fuck, no, Archer. That isn’t what I want.” I hold him tighter and inhale his scent. “I want you. I need you. I sound desperate and pathetic.”
“No, you don’t. And even if you do, I want the same so we can be desperate and pathetic together.”
I smile. “That works.”
“Hold me.”
“I am.”
“Tighter.”
I squeeze and kiss him and then snuggle against him. I want to hold him all night, and if I’m honest, I don’t want the night to end.
Chapter 12
Archer
My ringtone drags me from sleep. It’s Sunday. Who’s ringing me on Sunday morning?
“Who is it?” Jacob’s voice is deep and sleepy.
He’s spooning me, his arms wrapped around my waist and one leg hooked over mine possessively. His half-hard cock presses against my thigh. I fumble for my phone to check the time and see who’s ringing. Mum.
“Half nine.”
He chuckles against my neck. “I thought you were a morning person.”
“You kept me up half the night.”
He strokes his hand down to my cock, which, like his, is at half-mast. “You’re up now too.”
The phone stops ringing. I put it on my dressing table. It rings again. I groan.
“Do you need to get that?” Jacob asks.
“It’s Mum.”
He stiffens and pulls away.
“Relax. It’s a voice call. I wouldn’t video call Mum while I’m naked in bed with a gorgeous man.”
Jacob doesn’t move. My stomach dips. The sex might be good, but no matter how much he’s squashing them, his hang-ups remain.
I roll onto my back while I take the call. “Morning.”
“Why didn’t you answer?” Mum asks.
“I was asleep.”
“You’re normally awake by now.”
“Late night. What’s up?”
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I groan. “What have you done?”
“There’s no need to be so suspicious.”
