Page 66 of You Cake My Breath Away

“We’ll make it fit, darlin’.” He chuckles and rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding it onto his erection entirely too slow. He climbs back over me, cock gliding between my legs, gathering the slickness from my orgasm and driving me wild.

“Are you sure about this?” He grips my hip to stop me from moving beneath him.

Unable to meet his gaze, I nod.

“Words, Tilda.” His fingers seize my chin, and he turns my face to meet his. “Are youreadyfor this? If you need more time, we can wait.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes my heart explode. We’re suspended in time, a moment in between breaths where I can see the line we’re teetering on. My pause isn’t because I’m second guessing stepping over it, but that I’m acknowledging the healing happening in this moment. I grab his cock and line it up with my opening. His eyes track my movements, and he leans down to capture my lips for a bruising kiss.

“Yes,” I say.

The word is barely out of my mouth before the first inch of him is stretching me. He groans into my neck, stilling his movements so I can adjust.

Once my lungs decide to start working again, I say, “Move.”

“I can’t.” He curses. “I swear if you move an inch, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

I laugh and my hips loosen, taking him in deeper.

“Damn it, Tilly,” he growls.

“Just do it,” I beg. “Don’t be gentle.”

I never realized how passionate the woman lurking beneath my surface was. The woman who likes to be bitten and to bite, to fight and to chase. She’s begging for something I’ve subconsciously needed but have been too afraid to ask for. The freedom to be me.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“You won’t.”

His hands latch onto my waist, and he pulls out and slams into me until he’s fully seated. He smothers my scream with his mouth, his hands kneading the soft flesh of my ass as he thrusts into me in short spurts.

“Are you okay?”

I take a mental and physical calculation. The fire between my legs from his size slowly abates, morphing into the beginnings of pleasure.

“I’m okay.” I pull him down and thrust my tongue into his mouth. “Are you?”

He shakes his head, unable to speak as his eyes glaze over with what I think are tears.

“Fuck,” he says, trying to shake the tear away.

I grasp his face between my hands, clearing the wetness from his cheeks before I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him down so I can rest my chin on his shoulder. “Iknow,” I say. “Me, too.”

His spine raises as he inhales, and his breath is hot on my skin when he thrusts back into me. I’m savoring his slow movements, the short thrusts mixed with him pulling the entire way out and sliding back in, but I need more. I need all of him, as hard and deep as he can give me it.

“Harder,” I beg.

Archer curses and thrusts into me, hitting the spot I need him to over and over. Waves of pleasure crash over me when his thumb presses down on my clit, hand splayed against my belly as he pistons his hips faster until I cry out, pulsing around him.

“You feel so good.” Sweat slides down his chest as he speeds up, his thrusts moving my body further into the truck, the slapping sound of our flesh filling the nighttime air.

Unprepared, another orgasm blasts through my core just as Archer stills and groans, slowing his movements as he comes.

“Holy shit.” My chest heaves, synapses still firing. Even with the delicious ache between my legs, the rest of my body is more relaxed than I’ve been in months. My shoulders aren’t tight anymore, and my head is clear and empty of all the questions of ‘what if?’

Lying beside Archer, with the expansive sky of stars twinkling above us, I realize not once did I feel an ounce of shame. Thoughts of what other people would think if they knew, what Jessie would think, vanished from my mind and it was only us.

Chapter thirty-four

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