Page 75 of Bound By Threads
His hand brushes against my cheek, and I lean into his touch like a flower turning toward the sun. His palm is rough and calloused, but it feels so right against my skin.
“I missed you,” I breathe, my voice breaking on the words.
“God, I missed you too,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. His other hand leaves my back and cradles my face. I close my eyes, savoring the warmth of his touch.
Then his lips finally meet mine, and it’s like coming home.
Soft, tentative, as if he’s afraid I might pull away.
I don’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
I press into him, my hands gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, his tongue slipping into my mouth, and I moan softly, the sound swallowed by his lips.
Archer flips us.His body hovering over mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands roaming over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “Every damn night I was away from you, while my mind drove me mad thinking of all the scenarios that I could lose you. This fantasy was always my favorite, having you under me, begging for my touch…”
“Me too,” I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shiver.
His hands slide beneath my shirt, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my stomach, and I arch into him, craving more.
He pulls back enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Do you want this? I’ll understand if it’s too soon. I-I don’t even know if you’ve…”
“There’s been no one sincethat. But I want this Archer. I want to do this with you, and I’m on birth control. I have been for years…”
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I love you too,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He kisses me again, slower this time, like he’s trying to savor every moment. His hands work my shirt off, tossing it aside, then his lips are on my skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, to the swell of my breast.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, and I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He pauses, looking up at me with a smirk. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my head falling back against my pillows. “Please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking gently, and I moan, my hips bucking against his. His hand slides down my body, undoing my jeans, then pulling them down my legs. Then he’s back, his fingers finding the place where I ache for him.
I cry out as he touches me, his fingers circling, teasing, driving me wild.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “God, I want you.”
“I want you too,” I plead, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.
He helps me, shifting just enough to shuck his jeans and boxers, and then he’s there, hard and thick and the head of his cock glistening with precum.
He pauses, his eyes locking onto mine. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and strained.
“Yes. Please, I need you.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He presses into me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and when he’s fully sheathed inside me, we both let out a gasp.
It feels so right, so perfect, like it was always meant to be.
He begins to move, his hips rocking against mine, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. His lips find mine again, his kiss deep and desperate, and I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing.
“You feel so good, baby,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me into him. “So fucking good. Wanna live here forever.”
