Liar (Madison Kate #2)(99)

"Are you—"

"Yup," I replied, my voice a tense squeak. "Naked. Yep, sure am."

I expected him to drop his grip on me like I was made of liquid magma, but he didn't—and that in itself shocked me more than anything else he'd done so far. Instead, his fingers flexed against my bare stomach, and his leg shifted to cover mine.

"Well, still," he muttered, "go to sleep."

I bit my lip, staring into the darkness of my bedroom and trying not to shiver every time his breath exhaled over my bare shoulder. But fuck me, I was only human, and the sexual tension between us had been building for way too freaking long.

It sure as shit didn't help that my naked ass was pressed right against his crotch, so there was no ignoring the way he was growing affected by my nakedness. I couldn't help myself; I wriggled my ass against his hardening cock.

"Kate," he growled in warning, "stop it. It's hard enough being in bed with you naked; don't start that shit."

I snickered a short laugh. "It sure is."

Archer released a sigh in a heavy exhale, his breath warming my skin just moments before his lips touched my neck. He kissed me once, gently, then gave me a sharp nip with his teeth. "Fucking behave, Kate. You just went through a majorly traumatic event, and you need to rest."

My breath caught in my throat and heat rushed to my pussy. "I rested all day," I replied, my voice just this side of a feline purr. "I don't want to behave anymore, and I don't think you want me to either." Reaching a hand behind me, I grabbed onto his hip, pulling him closer and clearing up any confusion over what I meant.

Archer let out a groan, then grabbed my hand and removed it from his hip. He placed it back in front of me, then used his arm to pin me tight to his body. "Go to fucking sleep, Kate."

I made a sound of frustration, turning my head just enough to see his face from the corner of my eye. "I can tell you one surefire way to get me sleepy," I told him in a breathy whisper. I was starting to feel all kinds of desperate due to the number of times I'd been rejected by him... but I knew he wanted me just as much. He was just caught up on some imagined drama and denying this thing between us as a result. Well, I was ready to push that resolve and see how long it'd take to crack.

"Fucking hell," he snapped, his hand coming up and grabbing my face in a tight hold. He turned my head enough that his lips could lock down on mine like he was drowning.

He dominated that kiss, like fucking everything, his lips claiming mine in a way that was leaving his mark all over my soul. I moaned into his kiss, trying to turn over to face him, but his arm held me tight, keeping my ass against his huge, hard length.

"Stop. Fucking. Wriggling," he commanded me when he released my mouth. His kisses trailed down the line of my neck, sucking and biting my skin in a savage way that was so distinctively Archer that it made my pussy clench with desire and intense arousal.

I bit my lip, not arguing back. Not yet, anyway. Not while his hand was stroking across my bare belly and creeping lower with every movement. My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, but this time it was for a damn good reason. Maybe this wasn't exactly what the doctor meant when he’d told me to rest and take it easy for a few days, but fuck that dickhead. He wasn't living with three hotter than sin men who played my body like their own personal fuck toy. Or... two of them did. I was really, really hoping the third was about to join the party.

Archer's fingers brushed over my smooth mound, and the rumbling growl that came from his chest was almost enough to make me come. Almost. I was holding out for something more, though...

"Quit fucking teasing me, Sunshine," I told him with a frustrated moan. I bucked my hips against him, reminding him of just how hard his cock was against my ass. Only a thin layer of fabric separated us, and I was going out of my mind hoping it would just magically disappear.

Archer huffed a short laugh, his lips on the bend of my neck. "Be careful what you wish for, Princess." His fingers dipped lower, finding my wet heat and sinking inside me with one firm push.

A strangled cry left my throat, but before he could pull away, I clapped a hand over his, holding him there as I writhed on his fingers. "Fuck," I breathed as he pushed deeper, his palm flattening on my mound and grinding my clit.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered in my ear. As if he needed fucking confirmation.

"God yes," I groaned. "Fuck, I'm already so close."

My skin was sensitive all over, a remnant of the drugging, but that had manifested in something pretty epic when it came to Archer's hand on my pussy.

His fingers withdrew, but he wasn't going anywhere. His thumb found my clit and rubbed teasing circles around it until I was whimpering and squirming against him. When he finally decided he'd tortured me enough, he pushed two fingers back into me and gave my clit a firm rub in a way that made me cry out.

"Shh," he chuckled in my ear, wrapping his free hand, which had been under my pillow, over my mouth. "If you're too loud, Steele will think you're in trouble and come barging in here."

I whimpered but swallowed my words as he fucked me with his hand. I was tempted to tell him I was more than fine with Steele hearing us... even with him joining us. But something told me Archer wouldn't be okay with it, and right now? I needed him. Just him. I needed to break the glass cage he'd erected around me. Smash it to pieces and grind the shards to dust because I was done being kept at arm's length.