Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,15
my own show, not that he lingered. “Someday,” I murmured. “You’re gonna have to do that like a striptease.”
He eyed me, one corner of his mouth kicking a little higher. “Oh, am I?”
“I think so.” I pulled off the shirt and the vest and sent them flying.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I won’t object to you taking a picture of me like this so you can see the set you picked out any time you want.” Honest to god, that offer slipped right out of me and it was not what I’d intended to say, but the way his eyes flashed and the pure delight filling his expression made me mean every single word of it.
“You sure?” he checked, already reaching for his abandoned jeans, and I swore his cock seemed to pulse at the offer.
I let my gaze linger on the way his abdominals flexed as he bent to get his phone out of his jeans and then aimed at me.
“You still happy with your purchase?” It was almost mumbled, and his lips twitched, but his eyes were really serious.
“I love my purchase,” I told him. “I love you.”
His smile grew and he motioned me to lie back, so I slid my hands under my hair so I could toss it up and then I sprawled back on the bed, looking at him. This was so weirdly awkward and intimate, but it was Archie, who had an entire locked file of photos he’d snapped of me over the years on his phone.
This was just for him.
Just like those were.
He angled the phone with a sigh and snapped a couple of pictures. “I love you, too, you know?”
“I heard a rumor,” I teased him, and he chuckled before snapping a couple of more.
“Would it be too much to see you roll over?”
I lifted my eyes skyward as if it was such an imposition. There was a kind of fun to the way he watched me, and I said, “I suppose.”
He made a little joyful sound followed by, “Yay.”
Laughing, I rolled to my side and then over, and I paused at his very appreciative inhale.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I plan on it,” I told him over my shoulder as I caught him just staring at my ass. Yes, his lovely lace panties left half my ass hanging out. While not quite a thong, it was damn close.
There were a couple more camera snaps, and then his hands skated up the backs of my legs. “I love this on you,” he said, kissing the back of one thigh, then the other. The scrape of his teeth over the curve of one ass cheek had me wiggling my butt.
“I bet you’re going to say you’d love it off me more…” I didn’t even get to finish the sentence before he tugged the panties right off and nudged me back down, then he slipped a pillow under my hips. Ass up.
He massaged my ass, and I could feel his dick prodding just between my thighs, but it wasn’t until I looked back at him that he pushed in with one fierce thrust that had my whole body curling upward. “I want to fuck your ass,” he said as he groaned and snapped his hips forward. “If we’re in a sharing mood.”
“Noted,” I gasped, because he was stroking deeper with every press. He did this little rotation with his hips as he ground inside of me that had me seeing sparks. Still, he palmed my ass. “We can… Oh fuck…” I pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“That’s what we’re doing,” he teased as he ran his hands up my sides, and then he pulled me upward until I was flush with my back to his chest and he could wrap his arms around me. The angle was different, but every bump and grind edged me closer. He bit against my neck and then dipped his fingers down to tease my clit.
I was right there, dammit, so close, and Archie’s hot breath on my neck just seemed to drive me closer to the edge.
The bedroom door opened, and I glanced over to see Coop ducking inside. “Don’t mind me,” he said quickly as he vanished behind us. Archie never slowed once, drilling into me faster and faster, until I wasn’t even trying to hold back my cries. He palmed one hand over a breast, the stroke teasing my already aching nipples, just as he applied pressure to my clit.