I chant between kisses. “Down the hall to the right.”
I can’t even worry about why I’m doing this or what will happen tonight or tomorrow.
All that matters is right here, right now, in this moment with Archie. When I’m in his arms, everything seems right.
Archimedes
Has anything ever felt so right?
If so, I can’t remember it. My heart thunders against my ribcage carrying Blaire toward her bedroom. Her kisses make me lightheaded, drunk, euphoric. As far as I’m concerned, I could now die a happy man with Blaire in my arms.
“Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom,” she chants again.
I admire her enthusiasm and agree wholeheartedly; I can’t get us there fast enough. Slowing down would only give me—us—time to think about what we’re doing and all the reasons not to.
Right now, I don’t want to think about anything but being inside her and seeing what she looks like when she comes.
I kick her bedroom door open with my foot, unwilling to take my hands off her magnificent ass. I can’t wait to get her out of these clothes, unwrap her and finally see all of her.
Because Blaire Hall is about to give me the best gift of the season.
My lips never leave hers as I take us to the bed, turn, and set her on my lap. I don’t want to waste a second with her.
Finally, after a year of looking at her sexy ass in tight skirts, festive Christmas sweaters that cling to her tits, and her mile-long legs, I get to see what lies underneath. My usually steady hands shake, pushing the cardigan off her shoulders. I yank the tank top off over her head and pull her hair from the bun at the back. A cascade of silky red strands falls across her shoulders.
Her bare shoulders.
Shit. She doesn’t have on a bra.
My focus dips to her exposed breasts, and I suck in a deep breath. “Good Lord, Blaire. You’re phenomenal.”
I can’t resist her exposed flesh and reach out to grab her left breast while my left hand and mouth go in the opposite direction.
She dips her head back and moans. “Oh, Archie.”
I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m right there with you.
She pushes at my jacket and manages to get it halfway down my arms before she moves to try to unbutton my shirt. But it’s taking far too long. I pop us up off the bed and set her onto her feet.
I can’t wait any longer to get her naked.
“Let’s get these clothes off.”
She sheds her leggings in no time, and I’m right behind her, my hands flying over buttons and zippers to get naked as soon as possible. I keep one eye on her as she pushes her panties to the floor and practically jumps out of them.
I guess she’s as anxious as I am to get things started.
A deep chuckle rumbles from my chest, and I retrieve my wallet from my pants, pull out a condom, and lay it on the nightstand. “Get on the bed, Blaire, on your back.”
She does as instructed, sprawling out across the mattress, her soft, pale skin glowing in the light of the moon shining in from the window to our left and her auburn hair spilling like a halo around her head on the pillow. I stroke myself and watch her breasts rise and fall with her sharp inhalations. She watches me slide my hand along my shaft, and her green eyes darken.
Fuck, she’s more than a bastard like me deserves, but I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy her every curve.
I’ve wanted her and this moment for a long time. I just never let myself believe it was possible.
The fiery crown of her hair calls out to me, making my fingers inch to run through it, and I make my way toward her, grab her foot, and pull her to the edge of the bed.
I drop to my knees and lift her ankle to my lips. She yelps in surprise then groans as I kiss my way up her leg to that beautiful spot right at the apex of her thighs.
My mouth descends on her pussy. Blaire thrashes against the sheets, and her hands push into my hair. She pulls on it, shifting my head and showing me just where she needs me. Like the gentleman I am, I oblige, thrusting my tongue inside her then up around her clit.
“Shit. Shit. Right there, Archie.” She practically purrs my name.
The sound only spurs me on, and with a few more flicks of my