“Let me cuff you,” I repeat softly.
His eyes search mine for a bluff.
I’m good at faking. That includes shyness. I bat my eyelashes and purse my lips in feigned modesty.
After a moment, his grip loosens. “Alright, wild thing.”
Archer lets go of my hands and shifts to step off the bed, letting me sit up.
Slowly, he reaches behind his back, pulls the shirt over his head, and tosses it onto the floor. I’m surprised he didn’t fold it neatly.
His eyes, sparkling with want, don’t leave mine.
There, that’s the way to get Archer Crone to step out of his organized meticulous self—with the promise of sex. The bastard is as horny as I am.
But thoughts dissipate because his body is sheer perfection. He is sculpted but not buff. Perfect skin and not a single tan line.
He crawls onto the bed and slowly lowers himself on his back, arms spread like a star, his eyes full of curiosity not leaving mine.
“Go for it.”
24
KAT
My heart goes wild—Archeris letting me do it.
I never need fortification for my courage, but right now, I wish I was tipsy.
Slowly, I get on the bed on my hands and knees and crawl toward him.
He’s watching me with a hint of a smirk, but his gaze is almost unblinking.
Does he really trust me?
I pick up one of the cuffs, attached to the bedpost by a long chain, and wrap it around his wrist, securing it. My adrenalin spikes in sync with the sound of the cold chain dinging dangerously. Touching Archer sends an electric spark through my body.
Just a wrist. For now.
Keeping his gaze, I shift to the other side of him and secure his other wrist.
Archer won’t be able to get away unless there is a trick. But there is not a hint of hesitation on his face, only the intensity in his dark gaze that flickers over my body as I move.
“Lose your clothes,” he orders softly.
I can do a little show, sure. I want him to see me. My pussy clenches with need at the thought.
I step back onto the floor and pull my tank off, then slowly tug my shorts down. Underneath is a red bra and matching panties, which I know look great on me.
“All of it,” Archer commands.
Too bossy. Considering he is cuffed to the bed and I could walk away.
I will.
But not before I let him get a taste of me so that the next time he wants me we can do this without the nonsensical verbal foreplay.
I reach behind me and unclasp the bra, shrugging my shoulders and letting it fall down to the floor, my breasts with pebbled nipples bare for him.