Page 138 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I part my lips and moan at the first caress of his tongue against mine.

My hands fist his shirt. His lips are soft. Just like I remembered from last time.

I never thought I’d get to experience this again. I dreamt about his kisses every night. But my imaginations and dreams fall short in front of the real thing.

Unlike last time, he is taking his time tasting me. His lips molding against mine so perfectly like they were made specifically for me.

My heart is racing. I am vibrating with tension that’s coiling inside of me tightly.

I can feel his hard length against me. I want to touch it. I want to roam my hands all over him. I want to savor his body that’s pressed against me. But all I can do is hold on to him while he kisses me so sensually.

A thrill shoots through me when he cups my ass and lifts me off the floor. My legs wrap around his waist instantly.

When he boosts me up a little, my damp panties rub against him, sending a bolt of current through my body. I break the kiss on a gasp.

My cheeks burn when he meets my eyes, very aware of how my oversized t-shirt is bunched around my middle. And his palms are splayed on my ass cheeks.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He asks hoarsely.

The lust fogging my brain takes some time to clear. Archer doesn’t mind my dazedness because he dips his head, kissing my neck. My eyes roll back in my head as my fingers dive in his hair, holding him there.

“Baby,” he sinks his teeth in my skin, lighting every single nerve ending in my body. It’s enough to make me focus on the question he asked. The bedroom.

I point in the direction of my bedroom and he begins walking with me still very much wrapped around him.

I drop open-mouthed kisses on his throat, enjoying when his fingers dig in my skin.

He pushes the door and strides inside. I am nipping his earlobe when he slams the door close behind us. I manage to stop the door from slamming at the last second and close it gently.

When I struggle to get down, he frowns but sets me down. I glare at him. “Are you crazy? Goldie is sleeping—” He cuts me off by yanking me and crushing his lips against mine.

It’s seriously worrisome how quickly my annoyance melts away and I find myself kissing him back. A low growl from him proves that he likes that I am so responsive.

In the next moment, he is maneuvering us backward until the back of my knees hit the bed. He breaks the kiss. “Get on the bed.”

“You are so bossy,” I breathe, my chest heaving.

His lips lift up the slightest bit as he grazes my lower lip with his thumb. “You like it.”

“That’s a little presumptuous.”

He says nothing just slides his eyes down to my chest. I look down and find my nipples poking through the thin fabric of the t-shirt.

I open my mouth but he growls. “Baby, my patience is wearing thin. Get on the bed so I can taste you.”

My knees go weak. Literally. I wobble and Archer steadies me. Not only that, he picks me up and lays me on the bed.

He doesn’t join me. He makes me squirm in anticipation as he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

The entire time, he watches me. From head to my pink socks with pink hearts.

I gulp audibly and sit up when he shrugs off his shirt. The rippling muscles of his arms flex when he does that.

My fingers itch to touch his broad muscled chest. God took his time sculpting this man. The chiseled washboard abs make me want to glide my finger over them to trace the sexy ridges.

I sink my teeth in my lower lip when I stare down… down at his lower abdomen and take in the V shape grooves that leads to the tent in his pants. I flush.

Pure masculinity is radiating off him in waves and turning me on more than I already am. It makes me redder. But it still doesn’t stop me from ogling him.

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