Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I—I’m going to c—come on your—” She doesn’t get to finish as she shatters around me. I feel her body pulsing from the inside, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. There has been nothing sweeter than watching this headstrong woman fall apart while I’m inside her.
She leans forward, resting on my chest, while I’m still buried balls deep. My cock throbs for release, but I’m going to give her a minute to get her breathing under control. Her hot breath puffs out against my chest as I slowly rake my hands up and down her bare back.
“You good?” I ask.
“Best. Sex. Ever,” she says, not bothering to lift her head.
“We’re not done yet.”
“I need a breather.”
“That’s fine. I’ll do all the work.”
“Wait?” She lifts her head. “Did you come?”
“No. I was waiting for you.”
“You should have come with me.”
“Then I wouldn’t get to do this.” I flip us over so that she’s now on her back, and I’m nestled between her thighs. “Grab the sheets or grab me. Hell, grab the bed. I don’t care what you hold on to, but you’re going to want to hold on.”
She opens her mouth, I’m sure to question me, but the look in my eyes must stop her. She nods, slides her hands under my arms and grips my back.
“Good girl.” I slowly pull out and slam back in. Over and over at a punishing pace, I fuck her. It’s hard and fast, and the bite of her nails into my skin encourages me to go faster. To thrust harder.
“Oh, shit!” she cries out, and I feel another orgasm tear through her.
That’s all it takes, and I shoot off into the condom. For a fleeting second, I wish the barrier wasn’t between us. I’ve never even considered that before, but something tells me that sex without a barrier with the lovely Scarlett would be life-altering.
Who am I kidding? Sex with a barrier was life-altering.
Carefully, I pull out of her and remove the condom, tossing it in the trash can next to the bed. Dropping down beside her, I pull her into my arms before reaching behind me for the cover to drag it over us.
“I should go,” she says sleepily.
“You should stay. Nap, and we can do this again when you wake up.”
“I’m leaving, Archer.”
“I know, Firecracker.”
“You wanna be my hookup buddy?” There’s humor in her tired voice.
“You have a lot of those, do you?”
“No, but after that performance, I think we should consider it. As long as you can refrain from falling in love with me.”
“I’m already in love with your pussy.” To prove my point, I run my fingers through her sensitive folds.
“I think the feeling is mutual,” she moans.
As much as I hate to, I pull my hand away. She needs rest. We both do. “Sleep.”
“Okay, buddy.” She pats my chest, and her body relaxes into me.
Closing my eyes with a beautiful woman in my arms and a sated smile on my face is not how I saw the night ending, but I’m damn sure not going to complain about this turn of events.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Scarlett
I jolt awake. My body is covered in sweat, and my breathing is labored. There is also a noticeable wetness between my thighs, accompanied by an ache that just won’t go away. The same ache that’s been lingering for weeks. Swiping my sweaty hair out of my eyes, I focus on taking deep, even breaths.
It was just a dream.
It will be five weeks tomorrow since I laid eyes on Archer Kincaid, yet he still haunts me in my sleep. Okay, not so much haunts them as much as he lives there. Rent-free, I might add. It’s not enough that I think about my night with him every single day. I have to relive the moment in my dreams too.
That night was hands down the best sex of my life. We fell asleep, only for Archer to wake me up a few hours later to ravish me. Seriously, his hands and his mouth seemed to be everywhere all at once, and all I could do was let him take me along for the ride. Besides, it was only fair that he got a turn driving the sex train since I already had mine.
I’m not a stranger to hookups. No, I’ve had my fair share. I don’t do the “let’s get close and get to know each other” thing. I’ve lost too many people I love in my life to lose any more. The pain isn’t worth the connection.
However, my night with Archer is one I can’t seem to shake, no matter how hard I try. The memory haunts me. It’s never been an issue for me before. I could take the emotions out of the act. I think he broke me. Archer Kincaid broke me, and I don’t know what to do about it.