Jesus.
Not helping.
Archer took a cleansing breath and collected himself.Good thing he had patience in spades.Uncle Sam had ingrained that in him when he joined the Marines.As a sniper, he’d spent his fair share of time tucked into a blind, unable to move for hours, sometimes days, on end.
The thought made him smile.Maybe this was what he’d trained for.
“Perfect,” Spencer said.“We’ll be by at three and I’ll send you feedback once I have it.”
Archer stood taller, waiting for Spencer to look his way.When he did, he saw surprise mixed with a little bit of … was that heat glittering in Spencer’s brown eyes?
“Hey,” Spencer greeted.
“Hey back.”
“What’re you doing here?”
Archer waved him back before he could stand up.“Don’t get up on my account.Just thought I’d stop by.See you before I head over to Brantley’s this afternoon.”
“Is it your first day?”
“Not officially, no.They’ve submitted the paperwork.”Archer moved toward him, scanning the room.“Once the background check comes back, I’ll be good to go.You here alone?”
Spencer nodded, watching him.
He continued moving toward Spencer.“You expecting anyone to come in that door in the next few minutes?”
“No.Why?”
“Because I really need to do this,” he said, leaning down, planting his hands on the armrests of Spencer’s chair.He held Spencer’s gaze for a few seconds before he leaned in for a kiss.
The heat from the other night exploded when Spencer kissed him back, his hands cupping the sides of his neck.When he attempted to back up, not wanting to overwhelm the man, Spencer didn’t let him, holding on tight.The next thing he knew, Spencer was on his feet and Archer had him pinned against the wall.
“Don’t stop,” Spencer whispered.“Just kiss me.”
So he did.
And he did some more.
Archer wasn’t sure Uncle Sam had trained him for the likes of Spencer Elliott.The man could so easily fray his good intentions along with his patience with little effort.
When Spencer’s hand slid beneath his T-shirt, Archer sucked in a breath and prayed his self-control remained intact.
“I don’t wanna go slow,” Spencer said, biting Archer’s lower lip.
“I can see that.”Archer focused on his breathing as those smooth hands moved higher.It would’ve been so easy to let Spencer have his way, but Archer couldn’t help but wonder about tomorrow.He got the feeling that once with Spencer wouldn’t be nearly enough.But he wasn’t sure Spencer would feel the same way about him.Archer wasn’t willing to risk that.Not until he’d given Spencer a reason to want to be with him.A reason that didn’t involve the two of them naked and sweaty.
“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping Spencer’s forearms when he began tweaking his nipples.“You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”
Spencer pulled back enough to meet his gaze.“Am I?”
“No more of that or I might give in,” Archer told him as he maneuvered Spencer’s hands from under his shirt.He clutched both wrists in one hand and lifted them above Spencer’s head.“I assure you, when I do give in, we won’t be in this office.”
“Where will we be?”Spencer asked, his breath labored.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re cute when you’re eager?”Archer kissed him softly.
“Dinner tonight?”Spencer asked.“My place.”
