Page 33 of Hard Pursuit
“Look at me.” His command sent another thrill through her, and she couldn’t deny him if she tried.
Their gazes locked as he slowly pressed a finger inside her. Her insides gripped at him. It felt so good, and it had beensolong. Sensation raced through her body, and she curled her fingers into the covers to ground herself as he began to finger her.
In slow pushes, he filled her with one finger, then two. The mind-blowing glides shot her to the highest peak in seconds. But when he brushed his thumb over her swollen, throbbing clit, she lost it.
Jerking her hips, she choked out moan after moan, but he seemed determined to take her to the very brink and make her fall.
“That’s it, baby. Feel that?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you want to do for me.”
“I want to…” She thumped the mattress with her balled fist. “I want to come!”
He applied more pressure to her clit and curled his fingers into the perfect spot to send her soaring. Waves crashed over her. She let out a muffled cry as her orgasm stole every thought.
The last wave barely crested before his mouth was on her. Hot and wet and taking. He delved his tongue into her pulsating folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost herself completely to the low groans he rumbled against her as he swirled his tongue through her folds and sucked her clit.
The second orgasm struck out of nowhere. One minute she was on a bed with her lover and the next she was flying on a shooting star. Bliss shook her whole body, and she reached out, hand searching for anywhere to land.
Archer clasped it, folding her fingers in his warm palm and tethering her to the world.
To him.
When he hovered over her again, she met his gaze. “I want more. I want you inside me.”
The look he gave her then—it wasn’t soft.
It wasn’t tender.
It was all dark intent.
She reached for his fly, and he let her pop the bottom and coax down the zipper. When she skimmed the hard length of his erection, she sucked in a breath. Her eyes flashed to his.
“You’re big. Really big.”
He didn’t speak but she could see he liked the praise. She sat up and looped her arms around him, kissing him once, softly. Then again, deeper.
With a growl, he broke the kiss and rolled off the bed. She watched him remove his pants and boxer briefs. As the thick length sprang free, she took in his stiffness, roped with veins and throbbing hard.
Her nipples pinched at the sight, and Archer noticed. His eyelids drooped to half-mast again and reached under the edge of the mattress. When he produced a condom, Jolie laughed.
“Habit left over from my teen days.” He slanted a grin her way, and she took the condom from him.
Aware of the intense way he watched her, she tore open the condom and rolled it to the base of his cock.
In a second, he cloaked her with his body. “Tell me you want this.”
“I do. So much.” She grabbed onto his shoulders a split second before he slid home.
She gasped out and they began to move together, quickly reaching a rhythm that drove them both hard and fast.
Her body chased every touch from his, and he tensed as she skated her hands over his shoulders to bring him even closer. Their mouths collided, tongues tangling.
“God, baby. I can’t last. I’m so…fuck!”
She clenched her inner walls around him, and they shared a low moan that launched them to another plane of sensation.
