Page 52 of Reckless Kiss

“Your skin is so silky, and here,” she said, brushing her thumb over the crown, “is so hard and wet.”

“You would make a killing as a phone sex worker,” he muttered, unable to handle any more. He blindly reachedfor the strip, tore off a condom, and sheathed himself. Then he reached up, and grabbed Erica’s waist, turning them, so he covered her with his body.

With one hand entwined with hers, his elbow resting on the bed, he positioned himself with his other hand and stroked in an inch. Erica hissed and arched her back, raising her knee and then curling her leg over his thigh. He took his next move slow, pushing his hips, watching her expression, careful not to hurt her. Archer didn’t know if the hiss was pain or pleasure, and he’d lost the ability to speak as soon as he felt her heat. Then, taking his weight on both forearms next to her shoulders, he took her in a passionate kiss. She was ready for him. Tongue lashed against his as she opened up for him. At the same time, she pushed her hips up to take more of his cock. That was when all slowness ceased, and they went at it like it was the first and last time they’d have sex. He pushed in to the hilt, his hips pressing against hers, knees and thighs doing most of the work as he pushed harder and faster. Erica’s moans became louder, gasps and panting mixed in with slapping of their bodies. Archer knew he would get to his climax before Erica because he was seconds away.

“I should’ve given you an orgasm first, honey. I’m sorry.”

Erica didn’t answer him with words. Instead, she slipped a hand between their bodies and hurried her climax along. He could feel her fingers move in circles as they brushed the base of his cock. It wasn’t helping him hold back. With a short, sharp expletive, he climaxed. Archer kept moving, slower but still kept pace, hoping she was giving Erica enough friction to get her there. When she hadn’t come a minute later, he pulled out. Her fingers still played with her clit, and her pants were still short, but she hadn’t come.

“I’m sorry, Archer, it takes me so long to come. It’s embarrassing.”

“Let me help?”

“Come to my side, slide your fingers inside me and kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate to move. After taking care of the condom, he hooked his leg over her thigh and parted her legs. Finding her entrance, he pushed a finger in.

“More,” she said.

A second finger joined the first, and he slowly thrust inside her body, finding the perfect spot and crooking his fingers. Erica let out a cry, and he felt the ripple over his fingers.

“That’s my girl. Keep going,” he said before covering his mouth with hers. He slid his tongue along hers at the same pace as his fingers. In seconds she came. Swallowing her cries and holding her tight, he kept going until she relaxed back into the pillows.

What had he done? It was the most intimate act he had ever experienced with a woman. To his shame, he hadn’t remembered ever checking if his partner had orgasmed if he hadn’t made her come with his tongue. It was supposed to be a kiss. How reckless had he been to take her to bed?

Archer put his doubts aside and pulled the covers over them, thinking if there was anything downstairs they needed to put away. Erica snuggled into his side, throwing her arm over his stomach as he lay on his back. Sex usually made him sleepy, but now Archer was wide awake, his mind turning over the sensational sex they’d just had. Unable to get to sleep long after Erica was breathing evenly and became heavier next to him, Archer slipped from the bed and headed downstairs. He put away all the evidence they’d had dinner and quietly slipped out the back door.

Chapter 26

Erica

Waking the following morning early, she wasn’t surprised Archer hadn’t stayed with her. He’d made it crystal clear he didn’t want to have sex with her. The other side of the bed was empty, cool to the touch, and the pillows on the other side of the bed were still on the floor from their passionate night. Flashes of admitting she couldn’t come quickly and then giving him directions on how to get her off flooded her brain. Trusting Archer with her desires scared the hell out of her. What if he went to the gutter press to tell them how she liked it in bed?

He wouldn’t. Erica knew it. The thought made her feel guilty that she momentarily thought so little of him. She wasn’t convinced Archer knew who she really was.

Now that she was awake, she got up and took a shower. Flinging on yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt, Erica stomped down the stairs like a sullen teenager. Coffee, toast, and then back to reading her lines. She would havea break from her pool exercises, not that she needed it after the previous night’s workout.

The clock on the oven said it was just after eight o’clock, but by the kitchen’s heat level, it felt more like midday. Erica threw the windows open while the bread was in the toaster and the French press percolated. They were tall and opened like doors from the window ledge. When the toast popped up, and Erica went to the cutlery drawer for a knife, she realised all the evening’s dinner dishes were cleared away. There was no evidence she’d shared dinner with Archer.

The balmy morning heat was getting her hot and bothered, or it could have been remembering how she’d been kissed breathless by Archer on the kitchen counter. Sitting on the windowsill with her back facing the gardens, Erica chewed through two slices of hot buttered toast, thinking about what she’d agreed to with Archer. He’d been adamant that they were not going to have sex, but she ached in all the right places as a reminder they’d had sensational sex. No matter what, she would need to leave him after three months to start filming her next movie. The question remained, would it be forever?

With no exercise routine, and the lack of work due to insisting she went off-grid, Erica was at a loss as to what to do with her day. Reading over her lines didn’t appeal, unable to concentrate on anything but the way Archer kissed her.

Deciding she would go for a walk, Erica trudged up the stairs, stripping as she went. Tossing her clothes into the laundry basket, she idly thought she needed to do laundry soon. After a quick shower, Erica was striding across the lawn with her oversized hat and Jackie O sunglasses. She couldn’t afford to get any tan lines so near filming,so she dressed in pantaloon cotton trousers and a shirt several sizes too big. She’d got the hedges at the bottom of the lawns when she heard her name being called. With one hand on her head holding her hat, she looked around to see who was calling. Archer Turner was jogging towards her in all his athletic glory, dressed in shorts and a fitted t-shirt. Her mouth watered as she took him in. The muscles just above his knees reminded her of his firm hip thrusts, staying so deep inside her before he pulled out and did it again.

By the time he reached her, she was more out of breath than he was.

“Hey,” he said carefully, in his warm voice that melted her insides.

“Hey, you left early this morning,” she replied, getting it out before any awkwardness between them could happen.

“I’m sorry about that.”

Erica waited for a reason, but he didn’t give one, keeping his heated gaze on her eyes. She held his stare until his eyes dropped to her mouth. Thankfully she still wore her sunglasses, hiding her hurt.

“Listen, my aunt wants to meet you. I had a breakfast meeting with her early this morning,” he said and held up his hands. “I know. She’s family. You don’t have meetings with family. It’s strange, but that’s how it works with my aunt. No other generation does that, my parents never did, and neither do my siblings.”

“Okay,” Erica replied. He’d justified why he had a breakfast meeting but not why he snuck out after they’d had sex, he vowed they’d never have.

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