“I haven’t in more than a year.”
“Why?”
“I have everything I need at Ayana. These days, it’s mostly my villa or the Center.” His lips are pressed tightly together.
I shouldn’t feel bad for a billionaire who has everything he wishes for. Does he? Now that I got to know him a little bit better, he is nothing like the happy-and-rich-so-you-can-suck-it Archer I saw in Deene pictures before the Change.
I want to dig deeper inside him and find the cause of that grimness that’s all over him, the coldness that’s like a wall he hides behind. Droga is probably the only person who knows real Archer.Iwant to be that person, too.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
How many talents can a human have? This man is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. That’s it. I admit it. But besides all the achievements, it’s him—his body, his voice, his gestures that seduce me.
“We are shooting off to the next island,” he says.
“Next island?” I can’t stop looking at him.
“You’ll see.”
But all I see now is the man who makes my heart beat wildly in my chest. I study his concentrated face, his muscled hard body under the black shirt, his strong hands that do amazing things to me in bed.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I hear his voice in the headset and raise my eyes to see him looking at me.
I wasn’t looking at his dick, I swear. “I don’t have any ideas. Not until later.”
His soft chuckle makes me tingle with warmth. This is more powerful than sex—making a man like him laugh.
I know the safety of the helicopter. Know I should stay in my seat. But I can’t help it. I unbuckle my belt, lean toward Archer, and kiss him, soft and deep—only several seconds, feeling my stomach drop as the helicopter dips.
Fumbling, I pull away and scramble to my seat, buckling up.
“You can get us killed, kitten.” Archer chuckles, though I know he did that on purpose. And I know he purses his lips to hold back a smile.
I smile and look out the window. “How would it feel dying with a hard-on?”
“As long as it’s inside you.”
I grin and shake my head.
“Hold on,” Archer says with a warning in his voice, and suddenly, the copter cranes to one side and drops abruptly, making my stomach flip again as I squeal in surprise.
Archer straightens the copter, and I turn to see him grin. “Did I make my adrenalin junkie happy just now?”
I laugh, my heart fluttering.
Only weeks ago, I choked him out for that very word. Beautiful prick didn’t know that adrenalin junkie was exactly what he needed on this boring-ass island.Mywas a slip-up, I’m sure. But my heart is about to burst in my chest. My grin is so big my face is about to crack in two.
Twenty minutes later, there is an island on the horizon.
“I’ve seen it on the map before,” I say. “Is it populated?”
“It has a camp with scientists who used to come to do research on marine life. Only several dozen people.”
“Still there?”
“No idea.”
“You didn’t bother to find out?”