"The real me wanted to throw things at your head."
"The real you cared enough to be hurt."He turned me to face him."The real you gave me another chance when I didn't deserve one."
I reached for his shirt buttons, needing something to do with my hands."You're wearing too many clothes."
"So are you."
"You first."
I worked his buttons open one by one, revealing inches of skin I'd touched before but never tired of.The plane of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, the trail of hair that disappeared beneath his waistband.When I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, he let it fall.
"Better?"he asked.
"Getting there."
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pushed them down his hips until he stepped out of them.In just his boxer briefs, the evidence of his arousal was impossible to miss.
"Much better," I said.
He laughed and pulled me close, skin against skin, his hands unhooking my bra.It fell away, and I heard his breath catch.
"Betty."
"You've seen me naked before."
"And it still knocks the wind out of me every time."He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing across my nipples, watching my face as I responded."I love these.I love the sounds you make when I touch them."
"What sounds?"
He pinched lightly, and I gasped.
"That one."He did it again, then soothed the sensation with his tongue."And that one."
His mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet, and my head fell back.He sucked gently, then harder when I arched into him, his hands steadying my hips as my knees threatened to buckle.
"Bed," I managed.
"Not yet."
He kissed his way to my other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand slid down my stomach.His fingers traced the edge of my underwear, dipping just beneath the lace, teasing.
"Archie."
"Yes?"
"Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing.I'm savoring."But his hand slipped lower, fingers pressing against me through the damp lace, and my hips jerked.
"You're wet," he observed, sounding pleased.
"I've been wet since what you said in my ear at the reception."
"Have you?"He stroked me through the fabric, finding my clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make me gasp."Tell me more."
"You were talking about getting me out of this dress, and all I could think about was your hands on me."
"Like this?"He pressed harder.
