In fact, I’m only getting started.
His lips might refuse me, but every molecule of his body vibrates with a heated promise.
14
ARCHIE
It takes a full hour for the guy to upgrade Victoria’s security system, and equally long for my semi to subside.
As much as I resent her trying to drag me over the edge, I can’t help but respect her resolve. And her ploy was fucking hilarious. Playful, tempting, and such a fucking tease. I can only imagine how fucking good the sex would be. Every sexually neglected fibre in me thrums to life, desperate to hear her‘low moan of appreciation exiting her crimson lips as MY fingers penetrate her centre, sinking into her hot, tight pussy.’
Seriously, can you die of desire? Because I’m this fucking close to exploding. No wonder with those wet-look leggings leaving nothing to the imagination, and that jumper under so much pressure from the swell of her tits. I was waiting for it to pop open in front of my eyes.
Not helpful.
‘Are you ready?’ she calls from the front door.
‘Coming.’If only.I slip into my suit jacket, remembering how it never fails to draw her eye. Two can play her game. Just because I refuse to cross the line, it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy dangling myself over it. As long as I don’t fall.
‘It’s a nice afternoon. Shall we walk?’ Victoria pulls on a fitted knee-length woollen coat that ties at the waist. She’s also wearing thigh-high boots over those leggings. Fucking hell.
‘Sure.’ Beats trying to get a parking space. Plus, I wouldn’t put it past her to play her audiobook in the car.
We stroll companionably to the West End, admiring the city’s resplendent architecture. The February sky is grey but with intermittent patches of blue. A chill carries on the wispy breeze, but it does nothing to cool the heat prickling my skin.
The tension thrums between us like a live wire. Not awkward tension. Sexual tension. Like even the tiniest of sparks could set the entire city on fire.
It would be all too easy to give into it. Whisk her up into my arms, spread her out on my bed and explore every inch of her soft, inviting skin.
But then what?
Where would that leave us?
Compromised, that’s where.
But truth be told, we’re already compromised because I can’t see straight for thinking about her, even when she’s standing right in front of me.Especiallywhen she’s standing right before me.
I was intrigued by her five years ago. That stubborn, stunning teenager determined to leave her life of luxury to become a doctor. Now she’s almost achieved it, she’s flourished into this formidable force, exuding the same stubbornness and determination, with a newfound supreme sexuality. A sexuality which she is unafraid to use to get what she wants.
And apparently, what she wants is me.
Why though? Because to her, I’m a bit of rough? Classes below her in every way. Or because she thinks she can’t have me? Taking a taste of the forbidden apple always seems more alluring.
She’s probably never been knocked back in her life. Any man would have to be out of their mind to say no to that.
Hell, I said no, and I’ve been out of my mind ever since.
‘How are you healing?’ I nod towards her stitches.
‘I’m fine, thank you.’ She runs her fingers over her throat. The bruising has faded to a yellow tinge. My chest tightens.
When we bypass Harvey Nichols, and several other high-end boutiques on George Street, I have to wonder where we’re going. ‘What exactly are we shopping for?’
‘You’ll see.’ Victoria links her arm in mine and pats my hand. It could be viewed as a patronising gesture, but it’s every bit as provocative as this morning’s advances, even if it’s a million times more subtle.
Subtle I can probably deal with. Just about. That’s why I don’t pull away. Plus, the paving can be a little unstable and she’s liable to break her neck in those heels. That’s what I’ll keep telling myself, anyway.
I scan the streets, assessing for potential danger. A skill so finely honed, it’s automatic.
