Page 114 of Shades of Silver City

I pull back.

“Archer…” I sigh. “I’m not making a fool of myself again.”

“You’re never a fool,” he murmurs, tenderly stroking my back in lazy circles. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.”

“I feel the same,” I whisper with sincerity.

His body tenses, and then he relaxes. “Then it’s settled.”

“What’s settled?”

He pulls me to his chest and gives me a warm embrace. I’ve never known a comfort as warm and secure as Archer’s arms. Tears prick at my eyes, and I rapidly blink them back, not wanting to smudge my makeup. Allowing my body to relax, I hug Archer back, reveling in the feel of his arms around me.

“What’s settled?” I repeat.

Giving me a soft squeeze, he whispers, “You’re my date tonight.”

I pull back and chuckle. “With the way my lipstick is smeared all over your mouth, I doubt anyone would contest that.”

“No, Tasia, you’re my real date.” He pauses. “If you want to be.”

I nod. “I fucking want you, Archer. I don’t know how much clearer I can be.” Reaching up, I grab his hair in my fist, yanking his head back and forcing him to look at me this time. “More than just a date. More than just tonight. I want you.”

His eyes gleam with lust and mischief, and I lean forward, peppering kisses on his jaw and neck, leaving my mark. He groans, pressing his hips up so his hardness rubs against my core. My dress pools around us, with only my underwear and his pants between us. The friction teases me deliciously.

“Do you want me?” I whisper in his ear.

“So badly.” He groans.

“Tell me you want me. That you want this.” Gesturing to the space between us, I unzip his pants and pause, waiting for his confirmation.

When he says, “I want it,” I hurriedly work his boxers, gripping his thickness and pulling him free. “I want to feel all of you.”

Spurred on by his dirty words, I tug my underwear aside, lining him up with my entrance. I don’t want to waste time with foreplay. I’ve been craving this for so long that I’m ready for him just from making out—something that’s never happened to me before.

His fingers grip my hips. “Tasia, wait,” he mutters. He holds me in place, preventing me from sinking down on him. “I won’t fuck you.”

My heart drops. If he’s about to reject me again with some bullshit excuse about preserving our friendship—or worse, about me ruining him—I’m done.

“I’m clean,” I rush out. “And I’m on birth control.”

His lips curve up with humor. “Good, me too. But I mean I don’t fuck,” he repeats, his eyes searching my face. “It’s all or nothing with me. Be mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“You sentimental asshole.” I chuckle, squirming over the cock he’s currently preventing me from riding. “Are you telling me you only make love or something?”

“I’m saying I won’t share you, Tasia. If we do this, you’re acknowledging that you’re mine and only mine. That you’re in this all the way with me.”

“What happened to you saying you’d ruin me?”

A smile crosses his lips. “I don’t need to fuck you to ruin you.”

“Come on then, Phantom, show me what you got. Or are you all talk?”

Fury blazes in his eyes. He grabs my hips tighter, and I wiggle, rubbing my slickness on his thick head, begging him to enter me. “Say the words, Tasia.”

“Fine.” I lean forward, nibbling his earlobe. When he grunts with pleasure, I move to his neck, biting the skin there just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from him. The asshole did say he liked biting, after all. “I’m yours, Archer Acciai. Only yours, and all yours.”

“Yes you are.” He pulls me down, sheathing his raw cock inside of me. I gasp, and a blazing warmth spreads through my veins as he fills me.

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