8. Archer

8

ARCHER

"All right, it's time to get off this sofa. You're turning me into a couch potato," I say, handing the remote to Gennie. "I'm going outside to shovel. My body is in desperate need of some physical exercise."

"It was your idea to watch movies," she pouts.

"True." I crack my back. "However, that was two days ago."

"You make it sound like that's all we've done." she scratches Gizmo between the ears. "We've cooked together. We've slept to…" Her pretty face turns beet red.

"Sweetheart…" I laugh, "I know what you meant. Remember, I was there when we agreed that sleeping in the same room would be good for both of us in case you had any nightmares. Therefore, I'm well aware we slept in the same bed together, not slept together." I kiss her on the top of the head. "However, you should know that if you asked me to sleep with you, I might be tempted to say yes."

"What do you mean?" Her mouth drops open. "You would say no?"

"Maybe," I shrug, holding in a laugh. I'm not about to tell her she's been haunting my dreams for days.

She licks her lips nervously. "Why would you say no? Because I'm a big girl?"

"Big girl? Where on earth did you ever come up with that? Curvy. Insanely gorgeous, hashtag truth on that one. But big? Not on your life."

Her brows knit down tight. "You're serious."

"Of course, I'm serious."

Then it hit me. "Your ex called you big." When she hides her eyes, I think about tying that no-good piece of shit to a post and firing up a weed whacker. "Sweetheart, I think we've A, determined he has no place here. And B, the man's an idiot."

Gennie slowly rises from the couch. The look in her deep green eyes causes my chest to rise and fall and my heart to pound against the inside of my chest like a battering ram.

"Kiss me." She brushes a thumb across my jaw. "I want to know what it's like to be kissed by a man like you."

I shake my head as I close my eyes, convinced this isn't really happening. I'm having a daydream.

But when I open my eyes, she's still there, her lips slightly parted and moist.

"Please… just one kiss." She rests her palm over my heart.

"One kiss is not going to work for me, sweetheart."

"All right." Her eyes flutter closed, "Kiss me as much as you want."

I cup my hand around the back of her head, pulling her close and breathing in the scent of her Happy. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispers as she presses her body against mine.

Our lips touch, and a jolt of electricity sparks through my body. Every cell in my body screams her name. I've never wanted a woman more… needed a woman more. She whimpers into my mouth, and my hands shift down to fit perfectly around her curves.

"I want to taste you, baby. I want to feel every inch of your gorgeous body against my skin," I growl as I kiss the hollow of her throat.

"Do it." Her nails dig into my arms. "I want you to taste me." She nips my bottom lip. "I want to taste you, too."

I hook my arms under her bottom, swinging her legs around my hips. "You're sure?"

"Yes." She drags her fingers through my hair, licking her way into my mouth. "Naked. Now."

I carry her into the bedroom, lying her on her back across my bed. I push her sweater up, kissing a path from her stomach to her breasts. "Sweet." I lick across her nipples. "You taste so sweet, baby."

She arches off the bed, and my body starts to pulse. Desperate to see all of her, I get rid of all her clothes. Gloriously naked before me, she is a muse an artist would die to paint.

"So fucking beautiful." I drag my palm down the center of her full breasts.

She moans, tilting her head back. "Archie…"

The way she pleads my name has me tearing off my clothes and dropping to my knees. I spread her luscious thighs, licking my way to her core. "Wet," I grunt. "So wet, baby."

She cups the back of my head, pulling me in tightly. "For you… only for you."

A deep, animalistic noise roars through my chest. Her thighs clamp around my face.

"Oh, God, yes," she moans.

My tongue dances across her sex until her fingers dig into my scalp. "Archie!" Her hips buck and grind, her body no longer under her control.

She's mine.

All mine.

I stroke the silky skin of her thighs as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

"Come here." She crooks her finger.

I crawl up her body, both of us breathing hard. I lick my lips, savoring her taste. "You're delicious, sweetheart." I lean in close, my heart pounding like mad.

Gennie gazes at me with hooded eyes, "I want more."

"Then you shall have more, baby." I start to crawl back down her body.

She cups my face, shaking her head. "No… I want you… inside me." Her hand curls around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. "Please," she whispers.

She has no idea I've been harboring a bone-deep need for her since the moment I laid eyes on her. "You're killing me here."

"Don't die until you give me what I need," she murmurs against my mouth.

"You're so beautiful."

Her hand grabs onto my shaft. "You're so hard." she sweeps her tongue across my mouth.

I gasp.

"Give me all that you have, Archie."

She slides her tongue in my mouth, and my hips shoot forward, thrusting into her deep and hard. With every snap of my hips, her breasts bounce against my chest, driving me mad. Afraid I'm not going to last long, I grab onto her hips and flip onto my back. "Ride me, baby."

She gives me a feral smile, plants her hands on my pecs, and starts to bounce up and down. Faster and faster, she grinds until her walls are clenching around me, and I erupt in big, pulsing waves.

Emotion washes over me.

This woman has crawled into my soul.

She thinks she's leaving after the storm.

I smile down at her, kiss her brow, and know it will take some work, but Gennie is staying—forever.

She just doesn't know it yet.