Page 27 of Let Me Love You

His eyes widen. “And change?”

“No, no, no. Just take it off and show me those muscles you’re hidin’,” I say confidently.

Hesitantly, he reaches for the top button, and I’m so damn anxious watching the shirt slide off his shoulders.

As I stare at him, I’m tempted as fuck to lick his abs. Gemma walks over and grabs the shirt, and even I see the way her eyes linger for a beat.

“Now that’s gonna sell some jeans,” I blurt at seeing his tattoos on full display.

Gemma’s phone rings, and she walks off to answer it, which gives me time to compose myself.

“Did you put on the boxers?” I ask.

Archer’s brow cocks up. “Yes.”

“How ’bout you pop that top button then and show off the band.”

Archer licks his lips, his voice as smooth as velvet. “You didn’t tell me I’d be half-naked.”

“You’ll be half-naked,” I deadpan. His gaze pierces through me, nearly pinning me in place. If he only knew the things I’d do to him if he’d let me.

Gemma returns and breaks the trance I was in. “Everleigh likes to leave out important details like that. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it and learn to ask the right questions next time.”

“Next time?” Archer arches a brow, then undoes the top button and slowly unzips the jeans. I wait with bated breath as he reveals the black band of the boxers. My mouth goes dry as I study his happy trail that goes beneath his clothes. I take so many pictures, I lose count.

“Okay, I think we’re good. Costume change!”

Archer goes inside, and Gemma glares at me.

“What?” I ask innocently.

She flashes a devious grin. “I saw that. You two were basically eye-fuckin’ each other.”

“I’d do more than eye-fuckin’ if my brother hadn’t given me a stern talkin’-to,” I admit, wishing my body hadn’t given me away. If Gemma noticed, I’m sure Archer did too.

“Yeah, he’s been adamant ’bout that for weeks. I think he’s just worried ’bout you,” she reassures me.

“When will he stop with the overly protective big brother thing?”

Her face softens. “Probably never.”

“I love Tyler, and I know he means well, but give a girl a bone.”

“A real-life bone,” she adds just as Archer returns.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Archer says, seeming more comfortable in the black slacks, belt, tie, and cream dress shirt.

Lowering my eyes down his body, I say, “Damn, I think I’m pretty good at this outfit thing.”

“I’d say so,” Archer agrees, adjusting the black tie that pops against his shirt.

I notice the hem of one leg is tucked into his dress shoe. “I like this pose, so don’t move an inch.”

I hand Gemma my camera and move toward him. I drop down to fix the material, and when I glance up, our eyes meet. Heat rushes through me again, and my heart rate increases as I think about how close I am to his cock—that just so happens to be bulging against the slacks.

I gulp hard when his brow arches as if he’s noticed my reaction. When I stand and turn around, I meet Gemma’s eyes and she starts taking pictures.

“You two get together?” She points her finger at us.