Page 65 of You Cake My Breath Away

I capture his lips in a bruising kiss and shake my head.

He smacks my ass with his other hand. “Words.”

“I want you,” I squeak.

His thumb slips beneath my underwire, circling my painfully hard nipple. It’s overly sensitive from underuse, and the sensation drives me to the edge. My skin burns with his touch, with the need to be bare withhim, for him to have all of me. I cry out when he lifts the bra and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my breast, nipping and tugging on the dark bud.

“More.” I arch my back for him to take off my shirt and bra.

With expert hands, he removes both, barely releasing my nipple from his mouth. His hands skate down my bare sides, gripping my waist and pulling me closer. His fingertips dip beneath my waistband, softly skimming across my pelvic bone. I suck in a breath, nervous excitement stealing the air from my lungs.

“Is this okay?” Archer asks. “Do you want me to stop?”

Tension strains his voice, like it’s the absolute last thing in the world he wants to do but would if I asked.

“Please don’t.” His touch is dopamine to my touch starved brain. I push his hand down further, chasing the feeling.

It takes all of two seconds for him to start exploring the soft hair of my mound, his fingers moving lower until he grazes my clit. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes tight when he presses down and circles my most needy spot.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my neck.

I silently agree and open my legs further. There’s a small nudge in the back of my mind, reminding me we’re out in the open, down the hill from Mr. Bob’s house. But the thought immediately vanishes the moment Archer delves between my folds, pushing against my opening.

Thick fingers sink inch by inch into my core, twisting, plunging, greedy for my slickness. Archer’s growl vibrates down my chest, and it’s a moment before I realize his body is moving along with it.

“Arch.” I whine when he removes his fingers, the loss of pressure driving me insane.

He stands at the edge of the truck bed, his hair disheveled, lips red and swollen.

“Hold on, baby girl.” He wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me to the edge. I squeal and the covers bunch beneath me, creating a pillow that forces my hips up into the air. He removes my leggings and panties then lowers his face between my legs, eyes locked on mine. “I’m hungry.”

I bite down on the meaty part of my hand to stifle my scream when his tongue touches my clit, his beard tickling my inner thighs as he explores me. His tongue is a weapon, somehow sensual in his strokes yet explosive when he thrusts his tongue into my center. His growls of pleasure drive me insane, and when he adds his fingers to the swirling of his tongue, I shatter. Stars dance above me as my inner walls pulse around the fingers he’s still moving inside me.

“I need you,” I say, breathless and panting.

“Damn it.” I rise up on my elbows, confused by his curse. His fingers are in his mouth, eyes locked on mine as he cleans them.

“What?” The truck dips as he climbs back up and hovers over my body to kiss me.

“No cake, no…cookie, nothing on earth could compare to how you taste.”

Warmth floods my chest, and my hands find their way to the erection heavy between his legs, palming and squeezing it. He hisses against my neck and thrusts into my hand.

“Please tell me you have a condom.” I nibble on his earlobe, damn near keening at the way he lavishes his tongue along my neck.

“Fuck.” He stills, head falling to my shoulder. “Hold on, let me check.”

Archer hops off the bed and drops to the ground where our clothes are. I can’t see what he’s doing, but when he pops back up with a condom in hand, I can barely contain my excitement.

He sheds his clothes, and my mouth waters.

He’s glorious.

Broad, muscular chest. Cut abdominal muscles and obliques that curve into a V and disappear beneath his boxers. Strong quads that highlight the girth between his legs.

My lungs cease to expand. I touched him. Palmed his erection just moments ago. Yet, I didn’t imagine he was hiding that thing.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit,” I mutter, pulling on my lip as he fully undresses.

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