vivid, excruciating detail.” His voice dropped an octave.
She raised her head. . The glint in his smile hadn’t been there before. Was he thinking the same thing she was? Take the chance. “I might have something in mind.”
Chapter Seven
“That is, if we’re allowed to do this again.” The shy current in Tori’s voice was nullified by her proximity, which let Archer feel her heat.
He trailed a finger down her bare arm. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“You know—no strings. It didn’t mean anything. Doesn’t that mean no repeat performances?”
“We’re not in love.” The reply came out weaker than he intended, and he swallowed, to find his voice again. “But if we had fun, there’s no rule that says we can’t do it again.”
“Out here?” She didn’t look panicked or concerned. Instead, her smile moved in.
He made a show of looking around. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. The closest voices are so far away, it doesn’t matter. But”—he dipped his head and hovered his mouth near her ear—“if you tell me the idea of something so intimate happening in a public place makes your blood run cold, we’ll leave.”
“It does exactly the opposite.”
He was really starting to adore this side of her. Daring. Less inhibited. “Is that a yes ?”
“Just don’t get us caught.”
He skated his lips down her neck. “Unless whoever catches us wants to watch?”
Her laugh blended into a moan. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him. Her tongue traced over his bottom lip before sliding into his mouth to tumble and tease.
His cock pulsed and strained against his jeans. She tasted incredible. His body remembered what it felt like to be buried inside her, and it roared for another chance. But he still had enough sense to know stripping her down in public—isolated or not—wasn’t the best idea. There were other things he could think of, though, as delicious and requiring the removal of far fewer clothes.
He spun, taking her with him, and pressed her back against a tree. He dropped a hand to her breast. When she moaned and ground her hip against his cock, it throbbed. Sometimes long, seductive hours of playing were nice, but this wasn’t the time or place, and the way she stroked the bulge below his waist told him she agreed.
Every sound she made intoxicated him. When she spoke, her lips caressed his skin. “That feels good.”
“That’s the point.” He wanted her to talk again. He hadn’t said it right the other night; he’d never been able to get a woman to open up during sex the way she did, and hearing Tori say what she wanted poured fuel on his desire.
There was a pause, and then her reply reached out and grabbed him. “I’m so wet right now.”
His dick strained painfully against its prison, but it would have to wait. He dropped his palm along her stomach and dipped below the waistband of her jeans. “I want to see for myself.” He hovered his mouth inches from her ear.
His reward were tiny mewls tearing from her throat, and a wide-eyed nod.
He undid her pants and then pushed under the elastic of her panties. Her heat greeted him, and her juices coated his fingers the moment he dipped between her folds. A guttural groan rumbled from him at the sensation, and his cock begged for a taste.
Her gasp told him the hard nub under his fingers was where he wanted to be. He framed her clit with two digits, and stroked.
As he rubbed faster, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her moans came in small bursts. He rocked against her hand as she caressed his erection through his jeans. Her touch grew harder, more insistent, as his rhythm increased. She was stroking him now, as much as possible in this position. She bucked her hips and parted her lips.
Tori’s, “I’m so close,” was quiet, but he heard it. He was pretty sure he was about to burst as well.
He increased the pressure, rubbing her clit harder and faster. Her breathing hit the frantic pace he recognized
She raised her head. . The glint in his smile hadn’t been there before. Was he thinking the same thing she was? Take the chance. “I might have something in mind.”
Chapter Seven
“That is, if we’re allowed to do this again.” The shy current in Tori’s voice was nullified by her proximity, which let Archer feel her heat.
He trailed a finger down her bare arm. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“You know—no strings. It didn’t mean anything. Doesn’t that mean no repeat performances?”
“We’re not in love.” The reply came out weaker than he intended, and he swallowed, to find his voice again. “But if we had fun, there’s no rule that says we can’t do it again.”
“Out here?” She didn’t look panicked or concerned. Instead, her smile moved in.
He made a show of looking around. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. The closest voices are so far away, it doesn’t matter. But”—he dipped his head and hovered his mouth near her ear—“if you tell me the idea of something so intimate happening in a public place makes your blood run cold, we’ll leave.”
“It does exactly the opposite.”
He was really starting to adore this side of her. Daring. Less inhibited. “Is that a yes ?”
“Just don’t get us caught.”
He skated his lips down her neck. “Unless whoever catches us wants to watch?”
Her laugh blended into a moan. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him. Her tongue traced over his bottom lip before sliding into his mouth to tumble and tease.
His cock pulsed and strained against his jeans. She tasted incredible. His body remembered what it felt like to be buried inside her, and it roared for another chance. But he still had enough sense to know stripping her down in public—isolated or not—wasn’t the best idea. There were other things he could think of, though, as delicious and requiring the removal of far fewer clothes.
He spun, taking her with him, and pressed her back against a tree. He dropped a hand to her breast. When she moaned and ground her hip against his cock, it throbbed. Sometimes long, seductive hours of playing were nice, but this wasn’t the time or place, and the way she stroked the bulge below his waist told him she agreed.
Every sound she made intoxicated him. When she spoke, her lips caressed his skin. “That feels good.”
“That’s the point.” He wanted her to talk again. He hadn’t said it right the other night; he’d never been able to get a woman to open up during sex the way she did, and hearing Tori say what she wanted poured fuel on his desire.
There was a pause, and then her reply reached out and grabbed him. “I’m so wet right now.”
His dick strained painfully against its prison, but it would have to wait. He dropped his palm along her stomach and dipped below the waistband of her jeans. “I want to see for myself.” He hovered his mouth inches from her ear.
His reward were tiny mewls tearing from her throat, and a wide-eyed nod.
He undid her pants and then pushed under the elastic of her panties. Her heat greeted him, and her juices coated his fingers the moment he dipped between her folds. A guttural groan rumbled from him at the sensation, and his cock begged for a taste.
Her gasp told him the hard nub under his fingers was where he wanted to be. He framed her clit with two digits, and stroked.
As he rubbed faster, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her moans came in small bursts. He rocked against her hand as she caressed his erection through his jeans. Her touch grew harder, more insistent, as his rhythm increased. She was stroking him now, as much as possible in this position. She bucked her hips and parted her lips.
Tori’s, “I’m so close,” was quiet, but he heard it. He was pretty sure he was about to burst as well.
He increased the pressure, rubbing her clit harder and faster. Her breathing hit the frantic pace he recognized
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