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“Um, I want your mouth on me,” I manage to say.

“Where exactly would you like my mouth?” When I don’t respond right away, he places a kiss in my hair. “Here?”

I shake my head.

“Here?” His lips touch my bare shoulder.

I clear my throat. “Lower,” I tell him and he gives me a wicked smirk.

“How about here?” His fingers trail across my stomach and circle my belly button. His index finger dips inside and I feel an electric shot zap straight through to my pussy.

“That’s closer.”

“Tell me, Carlotta.” His hand slides lower, between my thighs and I moan.

“So close,” I murmur.” When he doesn’t move it up to touch my dripping center, I know he’s waiting for me to tell him exactly where. All I can do is surrender. “I want your mouth on my pussy, sucking me into an orgasm like you did earlier.”

“What about my fingers?” he asks.

“You can use those, too.”

He chuckles. “That’s my good girl.”

Then he drags me off his chest and lays me on my back. I watch him slide down my body which is already shaking with anticipation. His eyes meet mine and his mouth edges up. Then he slides his hands under my ass, lifting my hips off the floor, and drops his head between my legs.

And he feasts and feasts and feasts. Until I’m screaming his name and begging for mercy.

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ARCHER

Iabsolutely love giving Carlotta pleasure, taking her right to the brink and then watching her explode with shudders as her release hits her. Sometimes I prolong it as long as possible, taking her to the edge then forcing her to wait in order to make it all that much more intense. But, true to my word, I keep the rest of the night all about her. As much as I’d like to sink back inside her hot, wet body, I know she’s sore and I don’t want to hurt her.

Hell, I figure it’s the least I can do.

As strong and independent and sassy as she is, there’s also a vulnerable side to the youngest Rossi. Maybe because she’s always lived in the shadows of her larger than life brothers or possibly because she possesses a sweet, gentle nature that sometimes makes her shy. Whatever it is, the entire night surprises me.

She’d make a good mother,I think, lightly playing with her hair as I watch her sleep.

Oh, hell, where did that thought come from? I drop the dark brown strand and move further away. Marriage and kids are not in my future. I’ve always known that. My life is far too dangerous to even consider it.

Why is she making me think things that are so out of character?

Something is different about Carlotta. I like her—a lot—and didn’t expect the all-consuming lust that takes over when I’m with her. And I can’t deny it—the sex is outstanding. Fucking mindblowing, and I’m still trying to figure out why it is so damn good. I’ve slept with more experienced women who have given me nights to remember. But, out of them all, it’s this little firecracker beside me that I want more from.

Fuck me.That’s a very dangerous thought.You don’t want more, Archer. You got laid, you got your one night with her. Now you can both move on.

Right?

It’s easier to answer yes to that question while we’re hot and heavy in front of the fireplace all night. However, when dawn breaks and light peeks in through the curtains, it’s much harder. How the hell am I supposed to not touch her again? To just step away and pretend none of this ever happened?

Impossible. Especially while we’re still here together.

I know one night was my brilliant idea, but I also mentioned what happens here, stays here. So, as long as we’re still at the cabin, and on the same page, I figure it’s okay to keep having sex. Because the honest to God’s truth is being inside her only once wasn’t enough.

I need more. So much more. I want to take her all over again, in different positions and various places. There’s so much I want to show her, teach her.

It feels so damn good with her and I’m racking my brain to figure out why. The idea that she’s never slept with anyone else except me is very appealing and brings out my possessive side even more than usual. That has to be it. It’s the only explanation that makes any semblance of sense to me.

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