No way she was going down that path. Releasing her death grip on his shoulders, she cupped his cheeks. She could feel a little bit of stubble. “You really want to talk about that until you actually drop me, or are we actually going to my bedroom?”
He looked at her for a long moment and started walking. Just not toward the bedroom. Instead, he circled the sofa and in a swooping move, dipped her suddenly. She yelped, and almost strangled him with her arms.
“Calm down, I told you I’m not going to drop you.”
“So, what are you doing? Making a point?” Her question sounded like a shrill.
“No, but could you be so kind to lessen your grip on my throat and grab the bottle of rum?”
Zoe realized where she was, and the bottle was within her reach. Ever so slowly, she removed one of her hands to take the bottle, putting it on her belly before clasping her hand around his neck once more. He straightened again, shaking his head.
“We’ll have to work on your trust issues.”
Zoe really didn’t want to talk about that particular topic. Wanting to make a point, and prove it, she removed her hands, took the bottle, unscrewed it, swallowing a generous slug. Heat coated her empty stomach. The rich flavor told her that it was an amazing rum, and she couldn’t help but tip it another time.
“I’m dropping you now!” Zoe barely had time to lift her head before Archer inelegantly let her fall on the mattress. Some of the bottle’s contents splashed over her skin and she laughed.
“We’re wasting rum, pal... not good.”
Archer stood at the end of the bed, looking at her. With his usual intensity, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
Zoe didn’t want to focus on how she looked naked on her bed. Her attention was on the man before her, who turned her brain into a sex maniac. Gone were her apprehensions. If he wanted her, she would be his. For whatever time she got.
Acting like the temptress she didn’t know she was, one hand went to her damp breast. Restless, her other hand still holding the bottle, she let it drag against her nipple, playing with the tightening peak. Archer took a step in her direction, shedding his shirt, beautifully on display. His muscles rippled as he breathed hard, his stomach tensing, revealing delectable abdominals. Her attention lingered on his ink and she hoped this time, she would have a moment to satisfy her curiosity.
When his hands went to his pants, Zoe was tired of waiting, and decided to tease him until he couldn’t stay away. Her hand went over her stomach where drops of rum pooled, wetting her fingers before tracing down to her labia.
Archer exhaled sharply, dropping his two arms on the mattress. In that position, his hair in disarray, his pants barely hanging from his hips, and ink moving as his muscle tightened, he was a predator on the prowl. Zoe tempted the beast by opening her knees even further, sliding her fingers more rapidly against her clit.
“No! Mine!”
Before she could react, Archer was on her, pushing her hands away, his wide shoulders opening her legs even more, and nipping at her thighs. Zoe jumped at the sensation, her fingers caressing his thick black strands between her legs. She fisted his hair, indicating that she wanted him up, wishing she could kiss him, but he had other ideas His fingers spread her obscenely, and she wriggled, trying to get away, but Archer growled and licked. The intense sensation was only for a moment, as he traced back the path she had made with the alcohol over her body. As he advanced, his pants hitched lower on his hips until she could finally see his buttocks. Now, Archer was lavishing her skin with licks until he finally reached her lips.
Having him over her like that, seeing every line of his face, tense corded neck and budging arms on both sides of her, there was nothing of the veneer he presented to the world. Was that side of him even real?
Zoe wanted more, and she reached between them and closed her fingers around his cock, sensing the pulse in his hot flesh. Moaning, Archer pushed himself into her hand. It was both powerful and erotic to see him allowing himself to be at her mercy, even if only for a second.
Not keen on torture, Zoe circled his hips with her thighs to bring him down, while guiding his rigid member inside her. Archer lowered his body over her, only supporting a fraction of it on his elbows. Feeling deliciously full, she didn’t dare move and instead offered a kiss that he immediately accepted. The advantage of the position was that she could touch him at leisure, detailing every dip and sinew that quaked under her touch. She didn’t need her eyes to explore his body and his moans, shivers, tensing or relaxing responses gave her more details on what he liked. One stronger reaction she elicited from him was when she dragged her fingers up over his ribs. Not only did he tense and twist but embedded himself even deeper inside her, making her groan. He nipped at her bottom lip and looked at her.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, stop it.”
So... the mighty Archer Blackwood was ticklish. Like hell would she not do anything about it! And he was trapped, both his arms supporting his body, so what could he do about it? As she gave him a big toothy smile and he opened his mouth, she attacked his sensitive point. Even worse for him, she tightened her hold on his hips, so he couldn’t withdraw from her and scurry away.
Archer snarled, but she could still see amusement and malice in the depth of his metallic gaze. He reared back, and Zoe was blindsided by his strength when he got to his knees and whipped them both backward to reverse their position. Now straddling him, she was barely able to get her bearings when it was his turn to slither his fingers from hips to breasts. The sensation made her squirm.
“Not fair!”
He arched an eyebrow. “And tickling me is fair game?”
Ever so slowly, she started moving her hips, and the sweet friction made them both moan. “You only have one weak point. If I can’t use it...”
His hands stilled on her, more caressing this time. She then realized how this position gave a full, unobstructed view of her entire body, and self-consciousness grabbed her by the throat. It must have shown on her face as Archer gripped her hips, preventing her from covering herself.
“What’s wrong?”
Her first instinct was to shake her head and tell him nothing, but his scowl told her that might be one lie too many for him.
“I’m sorry, it’s stupid.”
