Stealing Home(19)

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m sorry. I wanted to take my time, but f*ck, I’m about to come right now, and there’s no way we’ll be twice lucky finding a condom.” He kissed the sensitive area winding down my hip, pulling his finger out before crawling up my body. “I want to be inside you when I come. I need to be.”

All I could do was nod, because I’d lost the capacity for speech one finger screwing ago.

At least I had right up until I saw his face form something of a wince when he made a sudden movement getting his legs between mine.

“You need to be careful,” I said, still panting beneath him. I had to close my eyes to concentrate when I felt him move into position. “No leg movement. You need to keep the muscle stationary. In fact, I should be on top to make sure you listen.”

Archer’s arms fell into the pillows on either side of my head, pinning me beneath him. “Sorry. There is no way I’m going to just lay there during our first time.”

When he tipped his hips into mine, starting to move inside me, my fingers dug into his back.

“Our second? Third? Maybe. But our first time, I want to be on top of you, my body pinning yours beneath mine, my face hovering above yours.” His face moved right above mine then, his eyes unblinking. “I want to watch you as I make you come. I want you to watch me when you make me come. I want to watch everything so I know what makes your eyes close, what makes your mouth fall open, what makes your face flush. I want to know so I can give you everything you need. Whenever you need it.”

He kissed my mouth sweetly then, right before driving the rest of himself inside me. My moan of pleasure tangled with his, filling the four walls of his hotel room. His mouth dropped outside of my ear as he started to move inside me, breathing hard as our bodies started spiraling together in their shared release.

“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Allie Eden.”





OUR FIRST TIME had been the best sex of my life. Our first time had also been the shortest sex of my life.

All it had taken was feeling him moving inside me a few times before my body lost control, the power of my orgasm bringing him to his own release. I’d never come so quickly. Ever. It was almost like Luke’s body had been created to please mine as quickly and as powerfully as possible. It almost was like mine was had been built the same for him.

Sex with Luke Archer made me question what I’d been doing with men before, because whatever that had been, it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t even in the same galaxy.

The one downside to having that kind of sex was that I wanted to do it again. Right after.

But we were in a bit of a condom supply crisis.

When Luke had come out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist, he grabbed a twenty-dollar bill from the floor as he headed for the door to go in search of the missing contraband, and I’d barely managed to stop him.

At least I barely had until I dropped to my knees, my mouth wrapping around him. He collapsed into the door, his mission to find a box of rubbers long forgotten.

I’d never experienced or given so much oral in my life, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and Luke Archer’s head between my legs wasn’t exactly a poor substitute for his dick.

This round, he’d backed me into a wall, lifted me until my legs were tangled over his shoulders, and lowered his head between my legs.

“God, Luke,” I moaned, my back bumping against the wall as he assaulted me with his mouth. “After this . . . you need another . . .”—my fingers raked through his hair as his tongue fluttered against me—“ice and heat treatment.”

He murmured his answer against me, making my head fall back into the wall.

“Are you sure you don’t want a muscle relaxer or . . .”—his finger sank into me, another one joining it—“. . . or something?”

His mouth left me just long enough to answer. “My tongue’s a muscle.” Said muscle circled a very sensitive part of my body. “Are you sure you want my muscles relaxed?” Said tongue got back to lashing across me, drawing my orgasm from deep in my body.

“Scratch the muscle relaxers.” I sighed, my hips riding his fingers still plunging in and out of me. “Just don’t stop.”

I could practically feel his smirk against me right before he sucked at my clit, and that was all it took. My body went rigid at the top of my orgasm right before thrusting my hips against him as he continued to work my body, not stopping until the last aftershocks of my release had long been finished.

“Good?” he said a minute later, leaving a trail of kisses down my inner thigh.

“Do you need an actual verbal confirmation?”

“I’m a guy. We like verbal confirmations.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I smiled down at him, my chest still firing from my breathing. “Then that was so much better than good, there hasn’t been a word created for what that was because so few people have experienced it.”

He winked up at me. “Now that’s a verbal confirmation.,” he said, lifting me just enough to make untangling my shaking legs from his shoulders possible. Then he slowly slid me down the wall, maintaining his hold on me when my feet hit the floor, probably worried I’d collapse if he let go.

Which I might have.

“I still can’t believe you almost came up empty in the condom department.”