Big Dick Energy - Cindi Madsen Page 0,53

her, reassured by her faith in me. While I was working on it, a part of me would always long for the approval my mom withheld. Then Ellie had collided into us, nearly sending us all to the floor, as she declared her love for us.

As Archer approached, I steeled myself the best I could. Other guys had made pervy comments; a few had also attempted to worm their way into our circle, using the guise of merely joining in on the group hug, and what was wrong with that?

But Archer had patiently waited, confidently extending his palm to me only after we were done.

Strong male arms circled me from behind, and how lucky was I to get so many hugs in one night. “I can’t help but notice I’ve lost your attention to the one other dude in the room,” he said, and I chuckled.

I drifted my fingers across the strong line in his forearm, basking in the chorded muscles and coarse hair. “Don’t take this the wrong way—”

“Always a good start,” Archer said, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of my neck. I brought up my shoulder, fighting a squeal at the tickle of his scruff.

“I just never pictured you reading Mindful Meditations and getting your zen on. I’m impressed, actua—damn it. I mean…” How was I supposed to say the right thing with Archer’s hands drifting lower on my stomach, his fingers skirting the waistband of my jeans? “Meditation has helped me a ton. It’s great at cutting out the extra noise, you know?”

“I’m afraid I don’t. That’s my mom’s book. Her statue, too.”

The realization smacked me upside the head. “Oh. I forgot that you’re only staying in San Diego temporarily.” Air leaked from my lungs, anxiety creeping in to take its place. What if I fell hard for him and then he just left me behind?

What if everyone at work found out, and my reputation got dragged through the mud for a guy who wasn’t even sticking around?

Tonight’s about having fun, remember? Enjoy the weekend. One step at a time.

“Admittedly, I was a bit thrown by the bohemian décor. Especially after getting familiar with your design style. Although you did claim pink was your favorite color, so…”

Archer’s fingers dipped into the waistband of my jeans. “While we’re confessing stuff, my thoughts were on something else besides fabric.” An ache throbbed to life between my thighs as he palmed me over my panties.

I squirmed in his embrace, not to get away but to snuggle deeper. I might’ve also arched my hips to guide the way to where my body screamed for his touch. “When you were up on that stage tonight, all I could think about was how badly I wanted you to play me with those long sexy fingers, the same way you play your guitar.”

He threaded his other arm through the front of my shirt. His large hand massaged my breast. Once he found my hardened nipple through the lace, he plucked it.

Wetness pooled between my thighs.

Down went his other hand, until I was bound in his arms, so many exquisite sensations overtaking me I could hardly tell one from the other. The tip of his middle finger hit my clit, and if he hadn’t been holding me so tightly, I would’ve melted to the floor.

That bulge Cat had pointed out—and okay, I’d noticed it plenty of times at the office—nestled into the seam of my ass. I pushed into him, satisfaction joining the internal tornado of pleasure when he groaned.

His thumb moved to my inner thigh, and anticipation shivered through my core. He slipped his large hand inside my panties and strummed me as I keened his name. Dizziness set in, and I rolled my hips, longing for more of the delicious friction that was taking me closer and closer to the edge.

The instant Archer released my breast, my body launched a complaint, missing the warmth of his palm and the exquisite kneading and tweaking he’d been doing. He wadded my shirt in his hands and peeled it up and over my head.

Then he gripped my hips and whirled me around to face him. His mouth crashed over mine, his tongue wasting no time delving inside and claiming every inch.

A canine whimper came from the vicinity of our feet.

Archer undid the button and zipper of my jeans. I took over the kiss, rolling my tongue over his and walking him backward until he hit the wall. I reached for the