The kiss is deep. I feel like falling. And I don’t want it to end.
I take it with all my pent-up frustration and need. We kiss like we are battling for power. I try to wiggle my hands out of his grip, but Archer only chuckles into my mouth and holds tighter, pressing against me, his hard bulge rubbing between my legs.
He pulls away. “I like your games, kitten.”
“I can tell.” I buck my hips against his hardness, then narrow my eyes on him. I want more. So much more.
“You like to play tough? I like to play hard.”
He kisses me again. He sweeps his tongue against mine, and my body is burning up..
The handcuffs attached to the two bedposts come to mind.
Right, Mr. Chancellor likes restraints.
That’s a no for me. Unless it’s the other way around.
“What’s with the handcuffs?” I ask when he breaks a kiss.
He cocks an eyebrow.
Oh, Archer—so readable at times.
“You like those?” he wonders in a softer voice as he brushes his lips against mine. I go for a kiss, but he pulls back with a chuckle.
Asshole.
I crave his touch. Want more of it. But he seems to be as careful as I am. Something about us clicks perfectly like jigsaw puzzle pieces that break apart right away. It’s the strangest feeling that I can’t figure out.
“Are they decorative or your preference?” I won’t let him go this time. My body is all wired up beneath his.
“Would you like to find out?”
I knew he’d ask that. He likes to answer with an answer. It’s hard to win with him.
“Maybe.” I feel like I’m the one always making the first step. It’s hard to resist the natural instincts when his taut body is pressing against mine. “Will you let me cuff you?”
There’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “You are full of tricks, kitten. You already choked me out once.”
There’s thatkittenagain. It sounds so informal, but out of his mouth, it makes me want to purr.
“I can again, if you’re into that,” I whisper.
His gaze hardens, and I slide my gaze up and down his body with intentional slowness.
“Or,” I say, bringing my gaze up to his face, the hungry sparkle in his eyes burning me all the way down to my lower stomach. “Do you like women on top?”
His jaw tightens. “In bed, yes.”
He might be bad in bed despite being gorgeous and confident. I’ve had one before—a beauty with a pushing stick who was done in record time and smiled afterward like he’d blessed me.
Nah, not gonna cut it.
I am a taker, remember? So I nod upward, daring him. “Go ahead.”
His chest rises and falls slowly—too controlled. He is trying to hold back. I buck against his hard bulge, and he lets a smile out to play.
Tremors run through my body. Archer makes me feel too self-aware. He is powerful and confident, looming over me. I want him to snap. I want us to let loose.