Page 17 of His to Claim

“Sweetheart, you were the best part of tonight.”

His words repeat over and over in my head, making me wonder if he actually is interested. He must be, right? Why else would he have said such a thing?

Archer stands back up and turns around. Of course, he catches me staring at his delicious ass which turns into his crotch because he’s now facing me. And, oh my, is there a lot to look at. My face flushes and I force my eyes up, meeting his which look even darker than before. Something flashes through his espresso gaze, but I’m not sure what.

Desire maybe?

He clears his throat, holding out a shirt and sweatpants.

“Thanks,” I mumble, taking them.

“Go ahead and use the bathroom first while I get a fire going. You can have the bed up in the loft.”

“Where will you sleep?” I ask, feeling bad if there’s only one bed.

“On the couch.”

“I can sleep on the c?—”

“It’s fine.” I give him a doubtful look. He has ridiculously long legs that are going to hang right off the edge. “Really, I don’t mind.”

“Only if you’re sure,” I insist.

“I’m sure. Now go wash up. It’s late.”

He’s right and I’m exhausted. Turning on my heel, I head over to what I assume is the bathroom and step inside. Like the rest of the cabin, it’s small, nothing elaborate, until I see the shower.

“Oh, wow.” I walk over and check it out. There’s no door and it’s wide-open with a smooth stone wall and a big, waterfall shower head above. “Very fancy.”

I’m too tired to use it now, but I will definitely try it out tomorrow. Right now, I just want to change. After kicking off my heels, I reach around and attempt to unzip myself. It doesn’t go so well. After struggling for a few minutes, I let out a soft curse.

This dress isn’t coming off without some help.

Mustering up my courage, I open the bathroom door and look out to see Archer bent over again, lighting the kindling. Damn, that ass of his is a sight to behold.

“Um, Archer?”

His head snaps around. “Yes?”

“Can you, ah, help me?”

He immediately stands up, brushing his hands off on his suit pants, and walking over. “Sure. What do you need? There should be a new toothbrush in the cabinet.”

“Actually, I need you to unzip me.”

His eyes roam hungrily down my body and heat seems to flare within their dark depths. Unless it’s just my overactive imagination, he looks very, very interested.

“Oh, right.” He gives me a nod and motions for me to spin around.

I turn around, presenting him with my back and he grabs the zipper and slowly tugs it downward. And something inside me lights up. His warm, slightly rough knuckles touch my skin and it’s like a light caress trailing down my back. A shiver runs through my body and I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my thighs together.

Good Lord, this man has the power to wreck me. All sorts of wicked thoughts begin to fill my head. Like what would it be like to have Archer as my first lover.

“Done.” His voice sounds raspier than usual and a slow, steady throbbing makes my pussy pulse.

Swallowing hard, I turn back around, clutching the dress to my chest so it doesn’t fall open and give him a show. Even though I am slightly tempted to let it slide down a little. Maybe give him a peek.

“Thank you,” I murmur. He gives me a sharp nod then turns and walks out. With a soft sigh, I sag against the edge of the counter.

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