Big Dick Energy - Cindi Madsen Page 0,62
lower lip. “Last weekend was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. The bar, singing, and even walking that pain-in-the-ass-little dog—even taking into account the fact that our time got cut short. I never should’ve thrown your comment about just having fun in your face. It is different with you.”
“You know I’m already on board with the sex, right? No need to butter me up,” I teased, and the crinkles at the corner of his eyes as he smiled flooded me with joy. I ran my hands up and down his strong arms, basking in his apology and having things right between us again. “I appreciate that. And I feel awful about not inviting you to lunch today to get back at you. I’m not supposed to say I’m sorry all the time anymore, but I truly am, so I’m saying it. I’m sorry.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, it was very effective at proving your point. I’m sorry, too.”
My heart soared, and our mouths met in the middle in a long, lingering kiss.
“Now, lock your ankles,” he said, and I rushed to obey.
His large hands returned to my ass, and then he was walking us down the hallway. I licked and sucked my way across his neck. Once he neared the bathroom door, I slipped his shirt off one shoulder and kissed the rounded muscles there as well.
A groan ripped from his throat as he lowered to my feet, the delicious drag of his hardness along the center of my body leaving me vibrating with need. I stripped off his shirt and drank in the chiseled dips and grooves of his torso, following the dark smattering of hair all the way down.
“Holy mother of bulges.” The thin fabric of his slacks did little to mask his erection, and yet I wanted the pants out of the way so I could fully take him in already.
With my eyes, with my hands, with my body…
Pride radiated from Archer’s features as he took in my dropped-jaw expression. He gripped himself through the fabric. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you every. Single. Inch.”
I nodded, flip-flopping from wanting to be bad to wanting to be good.
“Take off your shirt,” he said, and my sex clenched at the gruff command. My fingers fumbled with the buttons, my anticipation ratcheting so high it was the only thing that existed. Evidently, he’d decided I was too slow because he unfastened the bottom few and peeled off the shirt the rest of the way.
Tingles erupted as he ran his callused fingertips over my skin, stoking the fire burning within me.
The sound of me undoing his zipper echoed through the tiny bathroom, and I was a big fan of the way his pants slid right off and pooled on the floor.
I cupped him over his boxer shorts, too impatient to wait any longer. His grunt amped up my satisfaction at finally getting my hands on him, and oh God, he was even bigger than the bulge in his pants suggested.
He angled his mouth over mine, nipping at my lower lip and then soothing the sting with his tongue. He reached around me, unhooked my bra, and tossed it away as if it’d personally offended him.
His pupils dilated, passion swimming in what was left of the blue-gray. “Damn, woman. I’ve imagined those tits since the first night we met, and I still didn’t do them justice.”
Heat flared in my cheeks, and one corner of his mouth kicked up. It was a good thing that cocky slant promised a whole lot of wicked fun, or I’d have to take his ego down a notch or two.
As it was, I figured it’d be best to show him I wouldn’t be bested here any more than I would be at work. “Right back at you, man.” I dragged the nail of my pinky up his shaft, basking in his sharp exhale, and the slap of his palm on the wall next to my head. “You were saying?”
“Oh, you wanna play?” Archer hooked a finger through my belt loop and tugged me to him. A moan escaped at the feel of his warm skin against mine, and his kiss was as punishing as the rough kneading of my breast.
Pleasure streaked through me, gathering steam as he undid my jeans and stroked me over my panties. Then he roughly yanked down my pants, dropping to his knees to finish freeing my legs.
I’d expected him to pop back to his