feeling him shake. “I’ve never done this before so—”
“It’s perfect.” Archer was breathing harder. “You’re perfect.”
Hardly, I thought but didn’t say. I didn’t want to take him out of this moment. His eyes were on my face, and he looked like he was fighting for calm. But that wouldn’t do. I wanted to see him completely undone, to give him pleasure like he had me.
“I can’t believe I’m touching you like this,” I murmured.
Archer nodded, threaded his fingers into my hair. “Wherever and whenever you want.” He dropped his lips to mine in a kiss I felt all the way to my toes. “That feels so good. God, Honor.”
Hearing him say my name like that made my core tighten. It made me realize just how warm I was, how much pleasure I was getting from the act. The feel of him, the knowledge that I could affect him this way, knowing it was me who was making him come apart like this. It was a heady thing.
My hand never lost its stroke. Up and down, I felt Archer shake on every upstroke, and there was an answering shake inside of me. His breaths were coming in fast pants now. Leaning in, I put my lips beside his ear.
“Let go,” I said softly.
Archer met my gaze.
“It’s okay. I want to watch.”
Archer groaned again, and as if he’d needed permission, I watched as he came apart, his eyes closing but his hands still in my hair. I never released him, kept stroking until he was completely spent.
He surged up after, kissing me hard like the world was coming to an end. His lips were warm and demanding as they moved against mine, the feeling of his tongue a welcome invasion. I just held on for dear life.
When he leaned back an inch, I said, “So…it was good then?”
“Better than good, Honor,” he said, his forehead pressed against mine. “I…you…thank you.”
Inside my heart soared. It sounded like he was speechless, but the feeling in his words was obvious. He sounded euphoric.
“And now, it’s your turn.”
Looking up, I caught his hot gaze. “What? No, that’s not why I did that. I wanted to.”
“I know,” he said, following me as I leaned backwards, a rare smile on his face. Archer almost looked…playful. “And there’s nothing more I want right now ”—he placed a kiss on my lips—”than to see you”—he rolled over, keeping me between his arms—”lose control”—he grinned as I gasped—”because of me.”
As he stared down at me, I felt my courage rise again.
“Archer,” I said, reaching up to place my hands on his forearms, “you can touch me wherever and whenever you want.”
His eyes flared at the words, his words said back to him. As he leaned forward, I lifted my head to kiss him. Our mouths were hot against each other, the flame rekindling, but before it could get any farther, I heard the front door slam, and Charlie’s voice said, “Honey, we’re home!”
Archer and I broke apart, staring at each other.
Emmy’s voice came next. “And we brought food. Yummy, yummy Chinese food.”
“Come out here, and talk to us,” Charlie called. “We have much to discuss.”
Archer closed his eyes, shook his head, then looked at me.
“Raincheck?” I said.
“That’s a promise,” he replied and ran his thumb along my cheek before rolling away to stand. It was almost as good watching him put the shirt back on as it was seeing him take it off. Archer caught me staring and grinned again. “Don’t worry. I keep my promises.”
“I’m not,” I said, which was true. I couldn’t have done what we just did if I didn’t trust him.
I stepped out of my bedroom first followed by Archer. We walked to the door side-by-side. Stopping there, Archer dropped down to give me a peck on the nose.
“I’ll see you later,” he said. Then to the other two occupants of the room who were entirely too quiet, “Emmy, Charlie, I hope you girls had fun.”
“Not as much fun as you did,” Emmy said, but he ignored that.
“Bye,” he said again to me.
“Bye, Archer,” I said back, and then he left, shutting the door behind him.
“Well then,” Charlie said, studying my face as I turned around, “it appears we have more to discuss than I thought.”
“Way more,” I agreed.
I could feel myself smiling but couldn’t seem to stop.
The girls were really great about the whole Archer thing. They didn’t tease me too much (though there was definitely some teasing, especially considering the fact that I wouldn’t tell