The Best Mistake - Cookie O'Gorman Page 0,77

so beautiful,” he said, meeting my eyes again. “So damn beautiful.”

My hand ran over his neck and into his dark hair before pulling him in for another kiss. I felt ready. I needed him like I’d never needed anything or anyone else before.

“Archer,” I breathed as his lips went to my neck…and then lower.

When his tongue flicked out to taste my breast, I thought I might explode.

“Archer,” I said more urgently, trying to tug him back up. “I think I’m ready now.”

He sucked one of my tight peaks into his mouth, and his eyes were smiling as I let out a surprised gasp. As his tongue moved over my flesh, he gave one last suck—then did the same to my other breast, giving it equal attention, before finally releasing me.

“There are so many things I want to do to this body, Honor,” he said.

The deep sound of his voice made my legs quiver and then clench, the evidence of my arousal running onto my thighs.

“I’ve wanted to do this every day since I saw you. Every single day. So I’m going to take my time. If that’s good with you?”

In a daze, I nodded, and he went back to giving me more pleasure than I’d ever thought possible.

Archer used his fingers, hands, mouth, tongue, gah even a bit of teeth to bring me to a fever pitch. I could only try to hold on to those broad shoulders as he did things with his tongue that should’ve been illegal. It wasn’t until after I was coming down from my high, feeling boneless, that he reached out to his pants to retrieve a condom.

My eyes traced his movements as he rolled it on. The action shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was.

Getting back on the bed, Archer lined himself up at my entrance, looked into my eyes.

I could see the question there and nodded.

Yes, I still wanted this, wanted him. God, yes.

As he pressed into me, it hurt. It did. But he was so gentle I hardly felt the hint of pain that followed. Archer had prepared me so thoroughly, and I was so wet. But more to the point, I reveled in the look on his face, the way he was gazing down at me, the moment when he said my name as if it was a prayer. Then his lips met mine, and there was nothing but pleasure. So much pleasure my heart felt like it might burst right from my chest.

“Archer,” I gasped as we crested and came down together.

The smile on his face, the way he pulled me closer as we lay next to each other, was something I would never forget.

He placed a kiss on my shoulder then said in a rough voice, “I know it’s late, but…do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, laughing as I did, hoping he couldn’t hear the tears clogging my throat.

This had been so much more than I expected. He was more than I’d ever hoped for. And I didn’t know if he meant it like this, but by asking me out, he’d reassured me. It was a signal he wanted this to continue. The question soothed and sent me soaring all at once.

And for me, it made all the difference.

As Archer’s breath evened out against my back, holding me with an arm over my waist, I closed my eyes, certain of one undeniable fact.

I had fallen totally and completely in love with him.

Waking up had never felt so good.

The first thing I saw was Honor, wrapped in my arms. Her face was only inches away, little puffs of air hitting my chest as she breathed. Her soft mouth was parted just like it had been that day on the bus when she’d rested her head on my shoulder. I’d known then—before that even, if I was being honest.

She was the one for me.

Last night was amazing. Being with Honor…I couldn’t remember ever feeling closer to another person, and I only hoped it had been as earth-shattering for her. I felt my lips twitch. It must’ve been good because she’d woken me up about an hour later, whispering, “Archer…I want you again. Please?” A shiver went through me at the memory. As if I’d ever say no to her. The second time had been just as amazing as the first.

And if I had my way, I’d be her first, last and only.

After I kissed Honor one final time and said goodbye, I