“You’re too beautiful to be left all alone. Someone is going to try to take advantage.” A bolt of excitement runs through me thinking about letting him do just that.
“Do you want to take advantage?” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Where the hell did that come from? I’m flirting with him.
“I’ll do anything you’ll let me.” He reaches up and pulls my lip out from between my teeth.
“Do you have a room here?” His eyebrows lifted in surprise at my boldness.
“Yeah, I’ve got a room here.” He smiles like he knows a secret that I don’t. He offers me his hand. I stare at it for a long second before I take it.
The next thing I know, he pulls me from the bar and into the elevator. “We’re doing this,” I breathe when the door closes behind us.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” He pauses. A giggle bubbles up from me. He doesn’t even know my name.
“Mila.”
“Mila,” he repeats. My name rolls off his tongue. Damn, it sounds hot how he says it. My whole body is already humming with need. Never have I had a reaction to a man like this before. Probably why I still have that virginity of mine. Not for long, though. “Call me Archer.” He closes the space between us. “Like I said, at any time you say stop, and I will.”
“Don’t stop.” The words barely cross my lips and he’s on me.
My feet leave the elevator floor to wrap around him as he kisses me. His tongue pushes into my mouth, kissing me like a starved man. All of his touches are that way: possessive and needy for more. His mouth never leaves mine until he drops me down onto a bed. I hadn’t even realized we moved off the elevator. Damn, I’m lost in this man.
“Clothes off, Mila,” he growls as he starts to pull his suit jacket off.
I pull the dress off easily, going for my panties next. Archer drops to his knees beside the bed, and grabbing my ankles, he pulls until my ass is almost hanging off the side.
“Need to taste you,” he says before he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue zeros in on my clit. He licks and sucks, demanding my orgasm. It doesn’t take much. I’m already so worked up. It’s almost embarrassing how fast I come.
“Archer!” I cry out his name as the pleasure courses through my body.
“Fuck, what have you done to me?” I hear him say. My eyes flutter open, my body still rolling from pleasure as he moves me to the center of the bed before coming down over top of me. He knees my thighs apart, making room for himself as he presses the head of his cock into me.
I gasp. “Damn you’re tight babe, even after coming.” My hands fly to his shoulders to hold on to him. “I’ll get you loosened up by the end of the night.” I whimper at his crude comment. It turns me on thinking about this man taking me over and over again throughout the night. “You want that? Going to let me have you over and over?”
“Yes.” I lift my hips, wanting him to sink further inside of me. His eyes lock with mine.
“That won’t even be enough,” he says. I have no clue what he means by that, but before I can ask, he thrusts fully inside of me. I scream out. His whole body stills over me. “Mila,” he growls, followed by a long groan. I think I feel something warm spill inside of me, but he stays completely still. “Virgin.” It’s not a question so I don’t answer it. “Now you’ve gone and made me a liar,” he says, his face buried in my neck. His breathing is heavy like he’s trying to catch his breath.
“What?” I ask. The pain is starting to fade. All I feel now is fullness.
“There is no stopping now. No going back.” He lifts his head. I have no idea what he means, but I need him to move. My hips try to rock on their own, but he’s got me pinned under him.
“Archer. Please.”
“No need to beg, little one. I’m all yours now.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. I moan in pleasure. The sensation of being so full is overwhelming in the best of ways.
Archer doesn’t stop. Not until I’m coming again and again for him. I have no clue what he was talking about. He wasn’t a liar at all. He kept his word and took me over and over through the night.
I’m still not sure how I managed to walk out of the hotel room early the next morning. It was the sweetest ache that I felt for days to come.
CHAPTER 1
ARCHER
I rub my temples and try not to shout at the young woman standing in front of my desk wringing her hands together. It’s not even nine in the morning, and she’s giving me a headache.