Accidentally on Purpose (Heartbreaker Bay #3)(72)

Chapter 22





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Archer stopped short at the sight of Elle facedown on his bed, apparently trying to inhale his pillow. She froze as if sensing him, and rolled onto her back.

“Your bed is comfortable,” she said.

“Thanks, Goldilocks.” Smiling, he moved to the edge of the bed, admiring the sight of her in it. “Were you just sniffing my pillow?”

“No.” She sighed. “Maybe a little. You always smell so good.” She sat up and let the covers fall to her hips. She was in one of his T-shirts and—he was hoping—nothing else.

“Tired?” she asked.

“Not even a little,” he said as he sat on the bed, planting a hand on either side of her hips, caging her in.

She pulled him in and he let her roll him to his back and pin him to the mattress. She was looking quite determined as she bent over him, holding his hands down on either side of his head.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, shaking her head like she was surprised herself. “I don’t even like surprises.”

He flashed a grin. “But you like me.”

She shook her head again. “In spite of myself.”

He flexed his hands beneath hers but let her hold him down. “You seem like a woman with a plan.”

“I always have a plan. But this one involves us being”—she wriggled on him and he bit back a groan—“very quiet.” Then she oscillated her hips and the T-shirt rose up high enough on her thighs to flash him a tantalizing view of heaven on earth. “Can you be very quiet, Archer?” she murmured, bending over him to nip at his jaw.

“I was born quiet.” He slid his hands from hers and up her shirt to cup her bare ass, wrenching a very satisfying moan from her throat. “I think the real question is—can you be quiet?”

She bit her lower lip, clearly remembering just how not quiet she was whenever he got his hands or mouth on her. It made him grin. “Lose the shirt, Elle.”

“My plan, remember?” And then she grasped his hands, pressing them to her breasts. “All you have to do is lie there and look pretty.”

He choked out a laugh that turned into another groan when she slowly lifted the shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but smooth, soft skin and seriously mouth-watering curves.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said reverently. “The best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He met her gaze. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you.”

She faltered for a beat as if stunned by this statement. “Morgan said I don’t let emotions rule me,” she said. “And she’s right—”

“No, she’s not—”

“She is,” she insisted. “But I feel when I’m with you, Archer. I feel . . . hungry. As in my mouth actually waters for you.” Then she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “And I plan on tasting every . . . single . . . inch . . .”

He pulled in a ragged breath as she traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue. She then spent the next several moments touching every inch of his body with her mouth, leaving the sole part that ached most for her until very last.

By the time she placed her mouth on him he was no longer coherent. And moments later, as the world spiraled out of control, it was apparent that she not only owned his body, she was also the keeper of his soul.



The next morning Elle sat straight up in bed and found Archer standing by his dresser buck naked, searching through a drawer. He pulled on black knit boxers, cargo pants, and a black T-shirt. Then he walked to a wall safe and began to strap on weapons. Glock on his right hip. Knife clipped to the inside of one of his pockets. Cell in another pocket. Black baseball cap on backward, boots on and laced up, flak vest strapped across his chest and back.

Why this turned her on so much, she had no idea but she could scarcely breathe for wanting him.

When he was loaded for bear, he turned and caught her staring at him, probably drooling, and his eyes darkened.

“Say the word,” he said, “and it all comes back off. You’ll be late for class, very late, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

She felt herself go damp and was so tempted she had to bite her tongue to keep the “oh yes, please” in.

Apparently reading her mind, Archer started toward her with sexy, wickedly dirty intent blazing in his hot eyes. He got to the bed just as a knock came on the bedroom door.

“Hurry up, bitches,” Morgan yelled through the door. “I need the shower.”

Archer groaned and dropped his forehead to Elle’s shoulder.

“You should’ve let me kill her,” she said.



At the end of the day, Elle was still at her desk when her phone went off with a text.

Morgan: I’m staying in the building instead of heading to Archer’s with you. Got plans.

Elle: What plans?

Morgan: Poker game in the basement at seven.

Elle: No. Hell, no. I refuse to let you grift my friends out of their money.

Morgan: I won’t cheat! The sexy geek said he’ll bring me to Archer’s afterward. Okay with you, MOM?

Elle: Don’t even think about sleeping with Spence.

Morgan: Aw. Worried about me?