Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,81

of his body pressed against mine. His gaze locked on mine as I lowered my head, bringing my lips down on his.

He parted his lips, and I greedily accepted the invitation, fitting my mouth over his. Dipping inside, I tangled my tongue with his, tasting the moan that sent fire racing through my veins. I lost myself into the drugging kiss until my lungs burned for oxygen, and we broke apart on a gasp.

"Bed. Now," I panted as I released him. "I need to bury myself deep inside you."

"Yes, please." He grinned and I swatted his ass before crowding his back.

Sliding the door open, I walked him inside and closed it behind us. With my chest to his back, my hard cock rubbed against his ass with each slow step toward my bedroom. My fingers dug into his hips when he began to purposely press back. Pure. Perfect. Torture.

"That little ass of yours is driving me crazy."

"Good." He chuckled, and I huffed a laugh that was part groan as I grinded myself against him.

Fuck, I needed him so bad. The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster, and with him in my arms again, I only wanted to get closer.

As we made our way down the hall, I buried my nose in the crook of his neck, finally, and nipped at the sensitive skin.

"Phoenix," he whispered, impatience lacing his tone.

"What do you want, Arch." Without waiting for an answer, I lifted his shirt and reached around to unbutton his shorts. He moaned as I dipped my hand inside his boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around his cock. "This? You wanted me to touch you?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Once we reached the bed, I released his cock and pushed the comforter aside. Turning him around to face me, I whispered, "Slow. I want to take my time with you."

He nodded and I took his mouth again, slowly massaging his tongue with mine, only separating to remove our clothes.

When I had him naked in the middle of my bed, I stared down at him, my gaze raking over every inch of his body. His messy auburn hair down to his bare feet. "You're…" I shook my head. I couldn't believe he was mine and he loved me. "You're perfect, Arch."

His eyes filled with heat, softened. "I feel the same way."

Wanting inside him more than I wanted my next breath, I grabbed the lube before settling between his bent legs. Taking in each whimper and moan, I slowly stretched him and stroked his cock. Come leaked from his tip and I swiped it with my thumb before sticking it in my mouth. Eyes closed, I savored his taste.

"I'm ready," he whimpered as he rolled his hips, fucking himself on my fingers.

"Ready for what, babe?" I cocked a brow and he scowled.

Chuckling, I sat back and slicked my cock with the lube. Tossing the bottle aside, I came down on top of him with my tip pressing against his hole.

"I love you, Arch. I'm not even sure when it happened, but you're it for me." I pushed forward, sliding into him bare, inch by slow inch. My eyes rolled back, and my jaw clenched as pleasure so pure it was almost excruciating raced through my veins.

When I was fully seated, I held still as he adjusted to my size.

Archer's hands wrapped behind my neck, and he tugged me down. "I love you too. Now kiss me and make me feel good."

"Yes, sir," I growled as I set a lazy pace and ate his moans and desperate whimpers. Fuck, he felt indescribable with the final emotional barrier removed between us.

I devoured him, stroking him, filling him, until he came, chanting my name. I panted into his parted lips as I lost myself in his body, a powerful release that stole my breath as much as he'd stolen my heart.

Boneless, we melted against each other until I was able to drag myself out of bed. He was already half asleep as I cleaned his stomach. Too drained to care, I tossed the washcloth on the floor and collapsed back in bed.

Archer scooted across the sheets and fell asleep lying half on top of me, legs tangled with mine. Contentment I didn't know was possible settled in my bones as I watched him sleep.

My life was full of open-ended questions. I wasn't sure if the band would like my song, and if they did, what that meant for me as a working songwriter. I didn't know where