His gaze moved over my body while he squeezed some lube onto his fingers. If I’d done that without looking, I’d have ended up with it all over the bed, but of course Archer had no such problem. He eased a slick finger inside me, and then bent his head to my chest.
“Fuck.” I’d never been a nipple guy before, but I hadn’t known what I’d been missing because Archer’s hot, wet mouth as he sucked and then bit my nipple was fuckingamazing.I wrapped my hands in his hair to keep him there, and he pulled off just enough to reinforce who was in charge and to blow a small, warm puff of air over the wet flesh before sucking it again.
By the time he was satisfied I was ready, I felt more like a stranded fish than a sexy, alluring partner because of the way I was gasping under his attentions. I rolled onto my front, and brought my knees up under me, presenting my arse to him in a mute plea to fuck me already.
Thank God he got the message. As I turned my head to watch him, I was thankful to see I wasn’t the only one almost shaking with need, because Archer, whose hands never faltered in the forge, was fumbling with the condom.
But finally he had it on and slowly pressed into me, a long, unforgiving,wonderfulglide all the way in.
“Fuck,”I said, breath coming unevenly.
He instantly froze. “Too much?”
“Perfect,” I said into his pillow. Because it was. There was nothing like that first stretch, and with Archer, it was different from how it had ever been before. I didn’t know why. It just was.
He started moving, and it feltsogood. I rolled my head to get some air and realised—that mirror on his dressing table was at the perfect angle.
I moaned as I watched him fucking into my arse, seeing the muscles in his thighs and arse clench as he thrust. Seeing the long line of his torso and the way his eyes never left me. At the same time as I felt the push and pull of his cock, I could watch it in the mirror as he withdrew almost all the way before pushing back inside again.
When I reached for my cock, sure I’d go off at the very first touch, he grabbed my wrist.
“No,” he said.
The low command in his voice made me shudder.
He wrapped one large, warm hand around my cock, working it as he thrust into me until I came so hard, the world whited out.
I was barely sensible as he fucked me through the aftershocks until he cried out and came inside me.
He kissed the back of my neck gently before easing himself out to deal with the condom. I rolled over and flopped down, utterly boneless. Sex with Archer was unlike any sex I’d had before.
Condom disposed of, he gathered me carefully into his arms and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I loved his gentleness and care for me.
And, I realised, I loved Archer.
What had started as infatuation had swiftly become more, and when he’d let me see beneath his mask earlier tonight, I’d fallen the rest of the way. I was incontrovertibly and hopelessly in love with him.
ARCHER
Just like last night, Ollie snuggled against me under the covers, warm and completely relaxed, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Somehow, he made it easy for me to hold him and enjoy his body pressed against mine, until itwasthe most natural thing in the world to be together like this.
Unexpectedly, Ollie was quiet.
“You’re thinking,” I said.
“You say that like it’s a surprise.” Despite the words, he didn’t sound quite as light-hearted as usual. He drew away slightly and propped himself on an elbow to look at me. “Did you mean it earlier about me being—you know, not a bad representative of my family?”
It took me a moment to decide how to reply. Until now, I’d thought Ollie carefree and confident with it, not worrying what anyone thought of him. But it seemed he was less self-confidentthan I’d realised. I weighed my words carefully before speaking so that they didn’t sound like a hollow reassurance.
“You get on well with Tim, which God knows, is more than I can do these days. Almost all of the family likes you. Those who don’t, it’s not aboutyou.It’s about either your presence here or aboutme.You’re polite and sweet to everyone and you have a gift for putting people at their ease. Apart from my doves, that is, who have never attacked anyone before. I don’t know what you did to piss them off.”
Ollie’s laugh was on the shaky side, and I hoped he remembered what Mia had said—I didn’t do flattery. I wasn’t saying this just because we were sleeping together.
“What do you mean, it might be about you if they don’t like me?” he asked.
I was silent. This was territory I didn’t want to get into withanyone,let alone someone from a rival family.
But as the silence stretched, and he realised I wasn’t going to answer, his face filled with resignation, as if it wasn’t a surprise that I didn’t trust him. It hurt to see that in Ollie, who should never be less than his usual bouncy self. Certainly not because of me.
