Page 99 of Archer

I hooked a fingertip around the scrap of fabric between her legs and stroked her most sensitive flesh.

Harper moaned. “Fuck.”

The sharp word on her sweet lips stoked the fire already burning wild inside me. I pressed the finger deep inside her, earning more of her filthy talk.

Oh, I liked that.

I crawled over her, kissing her lips, nipping her breasts, and working her arousal slowly with that finger before adding another.

Harper cursed again, and the pleasure of that alone was nearly enough to send me into orbit.

I removed my hands from her body, and she whimpered. “Archer, please.”

“Please what?” I teased, lowering my mouth to replace those fingers.

She tasted so fucking good as I lapped and laved her with my tongue. I gripped her hips as she rose to meet me, bucking against my mouth, chasing her climax.

She curled up, knotting her fingers in my hair and watching me work as she came with a cry. Watching as I drank her in.

My name on her lips. My heart in her control.

I slid onto the blankets beside her, holding her as she caught her breath, planning to cradle her as she fell back to earth.

But Harper had other plans.

She rolled onto her side to face me and dipped her hands into my boxer briefs. She stroked my erection and cursed a little when I jumped against her palm.

I moaned, and Harper smiled. “I don’t think we’re done here, Marine.”

Harper

Archer was nearly naked in my bed.

I’d told him I thought he was my soul mate, and he hadn’t run. Instead, he’d carried me to my room and shown me exactly what he thought of that statement. He wasn’t one to use a lot of words, and he’d told me once he struggled to say the things he felt. But I’d seen it in action every day he’d been here, protecting me, listening to me, and always putting me first.

Archer cared for me too. I just hadn’t realized how much until the past few days when I’d felt it in his kiss and caress.

Now, he was in my hands, literally, and he’d promised I could call the shots.

“Harper,” he hissed.

I ran the pad of my thumb across the drop of moisture at his tip, and he cussed. “I like it when you swear like that,” I cooed.

His eyes widened, then narrowed on my lips, so I kissed him, greedily and deep.

He gripped my hips in his big hands and guided me to straddle him. Archer’s mouth opened and his pupils dilated as he watched me stroke him. A moment later, his hands snapped up to my wrists. His breaths came hard and shallow.

I glared, channeling my inner Archer. “Excuse me. I’m in charge here.”

He released me, palms up, then laced his fingers behind his head with a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

I pulled a condom from the nightstand, thankful I’d had the forethought to move them from my toiletry bag when I did. I opened the wrapper slowly, holding Archer’s eye contact. “Okay?”

He nodded, and his Adam’s apple bobbed long and slow.

I rolled the condom over him and rose onto my knees, one palm pressed to his chest, the other hand guiding him to my entrance. Ecstasy built in my core and limbs as I lowered myself onto him, taking in his beautiful length. Fully seated, I met his eyes before kissing him again. The sensation of him inside me, stretching and filling me, was everything and not enough.

My hair fell over our faces as we kissed and skimmed across his chest. Then my hips began to move. Slow and savoring at first, I sat up, gasping at the size and feel of him inside me as I moved.