A wave of heat washed down her limbs.
Archer’s breath released with a sigh. His hand went to the next bow. In a haze, she wondered over the accuracy of his touch. Surely he could not see.
Slowly, the long ribbon traveled through its tight loop, moving by inches until she bit her lip in anticipation. It caught at the end, holding a moment as though teasing her, then released. The bodice slid open with a whisper of silk. Her breasts lay exposed, her nipples hardening against the cool air. She took a shallow breath, acutely aware of her breasts trembling from the movement. Archer groaned deep within his chest. Her belly quivered as he bent over her.
The space between her legs softly throbbed, the urge to lift her breast to his mouth enough to make her shake. Her fingers dug into the pillow beneath her head. She would not be the first to… Firm lips grazed the tender peak of her breast, and then his hot, wet tongue slid over her nipple. She gasped, and he licked again, long and lazy as a cat. Heat washed over her skin and down into her belly as he continued to lick her nipple, swirling and flicking the hardened nub with unhurried languor. Whimpering, she arched up greedily, wanting a stronger touch.
Archer complied, pulling the nipple into his warm mouth to suck it gently, so that she felt the heat and wetness of his mouth, the press of his tongue. She groaned, tiny wisps of flame licking up her thighs, and reached for him. Deftly, he caught her wrist and pinned it high above her head.
His lips released her nipple with a soft, wet pop before traveling to the full underside of her breast. Little mewling noises escaped her as he nuzzled her breast, sucking and nibbling on it before returning to its peak with a sigh of pleasure. His big hand skimmed over her ribs to palm her neglected breast, kneading it gently, brushing his thumb over the throbbing tip until she did not know which sweet torture was greater, his mouth or his hand. He tweaked her nipple, and she rose off the bed.
Miranda pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache between her legs. But Archer knew. Something near a chuckle rumbled in his chest, and his hand caressed down her hip to inch the thin lace skirt up with his fingers. The peignoir pooled about her waist, and with it came the cool kiss of air upon her legs.
“Archer…”
He had both of her hands now pinned high above her head as he feasted on her breasts, while his sly fingers tickled her thighs, coaxing them open until they spread like wings for him. He trembled then stilled. His lips grazed over her neck to her earlobe to nip it.
In the darkness, she felt the curve of his lips smiling against her ear, then the deep rumble of his voice as he whispered, “Do you want me to touch you…” The tip of his finger slid between her legs and gently pressed against a spot that made her gasp. “Here?”
She shivered at the unexpected thrill of Archer speaking such things to her, and the feel of his finger playing wickedly with her body. “Yes.” It was little more than a sigh, but he heard.
He smiled again. “God, you’re lovely.” He exhaled with a shudder and softly kissed below her ear. The smile returned, the rough grain of his cheek caressing her jaw. “And mine.”
His thumb made a slow, tortuous circle, and her abdomen clenched. She lifted her hips, turning toward him, searching for his mouth, but he moved his lips to her neck. His smooth chest pressed against her torso, his strong fingers moving slowly against her sex, delving into the slickness. Madness. She wanted him on her. In her. She could not think. She wanted his mouth. That tempting mouth she’d stared at for an eternity.
“Archer…” she panted. “Kiss me.”
A strangled sound of need tore from him, and he surged upward. His lips met hers, open and fierce. She drank him up, her mind reeling with heady intoxication. His tongue slid over hers, tasting of brandy and cream, as he pulled her close and the hard length of his sex pressed into her belly.
“Let me,” he groaned against her open mouth. His fingers plunged into her hair, holding her head immobile as he fed off her lips. “Only, let me and I’ll never stop.”
She wrapped her legs about his,