Stealing Home(18)

“Yeah, because that would be a great idea.” I deepened my voice a few notes before continuing, “Hey, Reynolds, can I borrow a condom when the only woman in my room right now is the team’s athletic trainer?”

“That would imply that Reynolds has the mental capacity to put one and one together.”

I gave that a moment’s thought then shrugged. “Good point. Give him a call.”

“No, you’re right.” Archer’s head shook, sending his damp hair spilling across his forehead. “He’d suspect something.”

He got back to pacing in all his glorious naked and ready glory, making a frustrated groan erupt from my chest. “Are you serious right now, Archer? You’ve been doing everything short of groveling at my feet to get me into bed, and now that I’m in it, you don’t have any condoms?”

A pained look broke across his face when he took in the view of me lounging on his bed. “I didn’t actually think you’d agree.”

“So why all of the effort if you didn’t think I’d eventually go against my better judgment and fall into bed with you?”

His eyes landed on mine from across the room. “Because I go after what I want, no matter the likelihood or, in your case, unlikelihood of it happening.”

“Admirable. Even a little romantic.” I tipped my head at him. “Except for your lack of planning and preparation.” I motioned between him and me, an entire room keeping us apart thanks to one missing piece of latex.

Suddenly, Archer’s face flattened like he was remembering something, and he bounded across the room. He pulled his wallet out of his coat pocket and shook it. Black shiny credit cards and large bills tumbled to the ground right before his face lit up. He pulled something from a small pocket.

“Fuck yes, I have one. I forgot all about it.” His wallet dropped to the floor, his hand clutching the condom like it was a priceless artifact thrust into the air. A moment later, his forehead creased. “These things come with an expiration date though, right?” He lowered the condom so it was in front of his eyes, the skin between his brows creasing.

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “So if you bought them in the Cretaceous Period, you might want to toss it out.”

“Okay, no, we’re good.” His eyes squinted a little more as he read something on the wrapper. “At least for another month.”

At the same time my body relaxed with relief knowing we’d be able to have sex soon, it tensed with nervousness at the same realization. “Why is the only condom Luke Archer has on him is about to expire?”

“It’s been a while.” The torn wrapper was already on the floor as he moved back toward the bed, the condom rolling into place down his hard length.

I had to swallow back the flames licking up my throat. “It’s been a while since what? You had to supply your own form of birth control?”

Archer stopped at the edge of the bed again, gently nudging my legs apart before stepping between them. “Since I’ve been with a woman.”

“How long?”

“A while.”

“In quantitative terms?” My eyes closed when he lowered his body over me, pressing my back into the mattress with his wide chest.

“I’d rather not confess that for fear of it ruining the mood,” he whispered then kissed my neck. “How long’s it been for you?”

Just feeling his naked body against mine, kissing me, my body ready to lose itself in the throes of pleasure, was enough of an answer to that question. “A while.”

Archer’s arm wound around me, sliding me back on the mattress until my head fell into the pillows. Every part of my body was connected to some part of his: our mouths as they explored each other again, our arms as he lifted mine above my head, his fingers knitting through mine and holding me there. The rest of our bodies were pressed together, wound together, moving together . . . Luke Archer was everywhere.

Everywhere but where I needed him to be right then.

When my hips tipped against him, pressing down when I felt him in place, he groaned against my mouth, shaking his head. “Not yet . . .” His tongue dove back into my mouth, stroking mine before his mouth left mine. “I make sure to hit every base before sliding into home plate.”

I shook my head. “Still with the baseball references?”

I felt his smile curve against my mouth. “Always,” he whispered, before his mouth moved lower. My breath caught in my throat when his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking it. His tongue teased me, circling it a few times in such a way it made me wonder if I was going to orgasm from Luke Archer doing this and nothing more, before he released me.

“First base,” he whispered, his tongue drawing a line across my chest before his lips formed around my other breast. This one he sucked harder, lashing it with his tongue until I was writhing below him in bed. He released it a minute later with a wet pop. “Second base.”

When he glanced up at me beneath the frame of hair covering his forehead, the look in his eyes had a direct line to my sex. I moaned from that look, my head falling back on the pillows as his mouth trailed lower.

His tongue painted a wet line down my stomach, drawing every nerve I’d never known I had out of hibernation. Drawing every nerve to the surface of my skin where he was touching me.

My back arched as he traveled lower, and just when his tongue reached my belly button, his finger moved inside me. As his tongue circled my belly button a few times, his finger moved in and out, curling into me when it could go no deeper, and he found that spot that made me almost scream his name every time.