"What are you painting?" he murmured.
I leaned over and kissed him. "It's a surprise."
He bit down a curse as my fingers moved over his skin to paint a flower. The petals curled over his pecs. He craned his head down. "Are you painting roses?"
"It's a pink liquid, so flowers obviously. You have a choice of flowers, puppies, or an inspirational quote."
My finger trailed down his abs.
"I think that's enough painting," Archer said, one large hand grasping my thigh.
"Wait," I said, pushing him back down on the bed. "I need to lick it off because I don't want to ruin my sheets." I slowly ran my tongue through the sweet sauce.
Archer swore as I licked up every bit of pink flower. "You're a tease," he said.
I licked down, down.
"Okay, that's enough," he rasped, turning us over. He kissed me, starting at my neck then along my collarbone. I was wet and hot in anticipation.
"Hurry up," I panted.
Archer lingered, his mouth moving to suck my breast, rolling the nipple with his tongue. His hand came up to stroke me, and I pressed against him.
"You're mean."
"Fair is fair."
"I want your cock," I moaned. "I'm so wet for you." Archer flipped me over. He dipped his fingers in me, and I arched my back. "Please, fuck me."
He ignored me in favor of light kisses and hints of tongue trailing across my back. I moaned as he kissed my hips, coming closer to where I wanted him to be. I spread my legs further, inviting him. I cried out when he pressed his mouth between my legs. His strong hands grasped my hips, and I moaned, letting him hold me up as he licked and kissed the pink flesh.
He moved back and forth from my clit to my opening. All I could do was moan and plead.
"I need you to fuck me!" I begged as his tongue trailed in my pussy. I wanted the release. He tore a wrapper and put on a condom. "I'm so hot and wet for you. I need your thick—" I let out a long moan as he pushed inside me. Having him fuck me at this angle felt wanton, as the Victorians used to say.
My hips ground against him. I had to rest on my forearms; I could barely hold myself up. Archer had one hand on my waist, one hand working my clit. I bucked against him.
"Harder," I moaned. "I want to feel all of you."
I came hard, and his fingers drew out the pleasure. In a few quick thrusts, Archer came too. I felt him shiver, then he kissed my shoulder blade up to my neck.
"That was fantastic," he murmured in my ear.
It was fantastic, but I was wondering if the sex should just be that—fantastic sex. Was a relationship even in the cards? Archer had hired me to paint and to come over to his house and cook. I met some of his family, and he had met mine though maybe that shouldn't count since this was a small town.
"Stop thinking," he mumbled into my hair.
I tried. I really did. But the doubts kept coming.
38
Archer
Ipushed Hazel back onto the bed and was about to start round two when I heard the unmistakable roar of motorcycles.
"Ugh, that is so annoying!" she said, pushing me off and grabbing her clothes. I shrugged on my pants and shirt as Hazel stomped over to the stairs.
Does Hazel have some sort of crazy motorcycle gang ex-boyfriend?I wondered as the engines roared through the open window of the third-floor studio.
