Page 37 of Reckless Kiss

“Yes,” she said, frowning. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, not at all. In fact, I think I might be in danger of really liking you for a fake wife.”

Archer didn’t intend to be so forthright. The words tumbled out. Erica smiled, searching his eyes for sincerity. He hoped she found it.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“It depends. If you’re capable of breaking my heart, I might be in real trouble.”

Her face became unreadable. Archer felt her body press tighter to his, but her expression told him she knew what heartbreak felt like.

“We’ll be fine, Archer. You worry too much.”

“I think we could do with ironing out some details and getting to know each other if we’re to fool my aunt. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Exactly what I’m doing today, but I could do with a break. What do you have in mind?”

“I thought we could go across to one of the uninhabited islands for a picnic. The tide works well to walk across atmidday. We’ll have a few hours before we need to come back across the causeway.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Wear something to swim in, in case you want to take a dip,” Archer said.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he said, staring down at her mouth.

“Kiss me, Archer,” Erica whispered.

Banding his arms around her back, he captured her mouth with his and gave her a hard kiss, holding firm for a few seconds. When he broke the connection, he opened his mouth, and so did Erica, crashing together again. The consuming kiss felt so good. When Archer slid his tongue against hers, his erection grew harder. Erica’s chest was pressed against his torso, and he knew she was braless as soon as her erect nipples became obvious. He lifted her as he walked to the chair and sat down. Erica straddled his thighs and placed her hands on each side of his neck, kissing the life out of him. Heavy breathing, strong lips, and the sexiest flicker of her tongue had him dizzy with arousal. He grabbed at the material covering her hips, keeping it decent, but he wanted to drag her dress up far enough to see if she was wearing underwear.

Erica sat back, hand on her chest, taking deep breaths as her chest heaved. The drunk heavy-lidded gaze she was shooting his way made him lose his mind with lust. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, but he couldn’t have sex with her. That was a line he couldn’t cross if he were to keep his heart intact.

“I could get addicted to this mouth,” Erica whispered, swiping her finger along his bottom lip.

Archer licked the pad of her finger and thentook it into his mouth, sucking hard just like he wanted her to do to his dick.

“I should go before things get too heated.”

“Archer, I think you already gave me an orgasm from that kiss. I’m on fire,” she said, leaving her finger in his mouth while he toyed with her.

His hands held her hips in place, so she didn’t feel how hard he was for her. Erica fell forward as she removed her finger and kissed him again. Slow, languid, sensual. She hugged him around his neck, and he barely moved while she explored and teased.

When her hands stroked down his abdomen and to the waistband of his shorts, he stood up, placing her back on her feet. Archer still held her tight to his body but ensured she couldn’t get her hands between them.

“Not now, not here,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

He was determined not to fuck Erica, but if he ever failed in that mission, having sex in front of his dog on the patio furniture was not how he wanted it to happen.

“Why?”

“Too many eyes, honey.”

Archer stroked the back of his hand across her cheekbone and then threaded his fingers through her hair at her nape.

“Okay,” she said. “What time shall I be ready tomorrow?”

“I’ll pick you up at eleven. Just bring yourself. I’ll arrange everything else.”

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