Page 88 of Let Me Love You

Just as I’m about to get up and haul Everleigh’s stubborn ass in here, my door opens, and she tiptoes inside. I hold back a smirk, knowing that no matter how pissed she is, she’ll always come lie with me.

Instead of crawling over me like usual, she stays as far as possible on the opposite side of the mattress. Then she faces the other direction.

Fuck that.

I roll over, slide my arm under her body, and pull our bodies together until we’re spooning. When she doesn’t fight against me, I brush my other hand over her stomach and find her bare skin. She’s wearing one of her skimpy crop tops that she knows I fucking love.

“Don’t hate me,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m trying to do the right thing.”

Without replying, she grabs my hand and lowers it over her panties. Of course, she’s not wearing bottoms either. I groan, unable to contain my erection.

“Everleigh, don’t test me…please. I’m begging,” I say desperately.

Instead of retreating, she pushes my hand over her wetness. My finger circles over her clit, and she releases a harsh breath.

“Don’t stop, I’m begging,” she throws my words back.

How can I deny her or say no when this is what we both want? What I’ve craved for so many weeks?

And how the hell am I going to stop before this gets out of hand?

“This can only happen tonight, you understand?” I say firmly before pulling her earlobe between my teeth.

“I’ll agree to anything as long as you touch me, Archer.”

Giving Everleigh the pleasure she so desperately wants, I dip my hand inside her panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I growl.

“You do that to me,” she says. “Yes, more of that…”

I rub her eager bud as my own body ignites, but I ignore it. Tonight’s about her. If I let her anywhere near my dick, I won’t be able to stop her.

“You’re so needy,” I whisper, then glide down her slit. “You want my fingers inside you?”

“God, yes.” She widens her thighs enough to allow me to push two in.

“So tight and wet for me, baby. Goddamn, Everleigh.”

“I need more of you,” she mutters as she arches her back.

I thrust hard and fast as her orgasm builds. She wraps a hand around my wrist and squeezes it when she’s close. Pushing the heel of my palm into her clit, I add more pressure, allowing her to climb closer to her release.

“Let me touch you.” She reaches for my cock, but I turn my hips.

“Not a good idea, sweetheart.”

“Archer.” She moans my name as I add a third digit inside her wet cunt.

“I wanna feel you orgasm on my fingers while screaming my name,” I tell her. “This is about you.”

“I’m close, but I should warn you…” She pants out, spreading her legs more.

“About what?” The words are barely out of my mouth before fluid gushes from her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out harshly, her body shaking.

Holy fuck, she squirted all over me.