Page 102 of My Rogue, My Ruin
Brynn peered at him through her lashes. “What if you don’t?”
“Do you like it when I touch you?” he asked. She nodded, her bottom lip pinned between her teeth. “Then you can trust that it will be the same for me.” He took her hand and placed it against his thudding heart. “Even the mere thought of touching you makes my heart race.”
“It makes mine race, too,” she admitted. Tentatively, Brynn ran a hand over his shoulder, the flat of her palm skimming down over his nipple and making a surge of raw pleasure spear through him. “Do you like this?”
His body clenched with desire. The woman had no idea what she did to him. “Yes.”
“And this?” She leaned over to seal her mouth to his, dragging her teeth across his lower lip. He felt the sleek push of her tongue, and tightened his hands in the sheets, forcing himself to remain still for every moment of her exploration. Her mouth traced a hot path to his ear where she nibbled his lobe, her hands skipping past his ribs to his abdomen. His entire body was on fire at her inexperienced, hesitant caresses. Her fingertips reached lower, brushing against his hips, and Archer couldn’t wait any longer.
“My turn,” he growled.
He settled his lips to her mouth, his hand sliding along the side of her breast until she arched against him. He kissed her slowly at first, and then with more fervor as her hands came between them to clasp his shoulders. He trailed kisses down her throat, her tiny moans exciting him even more than they had before. Finally, he set his lips to her breast, teasing the peak with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth.
“So incredibly sweet,” he said. “So perfect.”
This woman is going to be my wife.
This proud, beautiful, irresistible woman. And Archer loved her.
…
Awash in sensation, Brynn succumbed to Archer’s skillful caresses. Her fingers twined in his hair as he paid homage to her other breast before returning to her lips. He knew exactly how to make her burn for him. His kisses made sharp streaks of pleasure spiral through her as his tongue stroked hers, and his hands flicked down her sides to the waistband of her bloomers. His knuckles brushed against the velvety skin of her stomach to slip beneath the thin material. Brynn gasped at the intimate shift of his hands, and a knowing smile touched his lips.
“I’ve thought of nothing else since, too,” he told her. “The way you felt against me, the sweet, unhinged response of your body. I want to see you come apart again.”
Her body thrummed an erratic cadence, his seductive words making her weak. Archer kissed her swiftly and began to work his way down her body, his tongue running between her breasts and delving into the sensitive indent of her navel. His hands slid her bloomers past her hips and, in one smooth motion, he removed the last piece of her clothing. She lay naked before him, every part of her on display for him to view and appraise. Heat singed her body in a deep blush. Embarrassed, she reached for the sheet, but Archer stalled the movement.
“No, don’t. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Your ankles, your calves, your knees, your hips, all of you. I could stare at you forever.”
Brynn inhaled sharply, seduced by his fevered words as his fingers caressed the slope of her knee and the curve of her thigh. His mouth and tongue followed the searing path of his hands, his lips tracing the sharp edges of her hip bones. Every touch, every scrape of his teeth, made her skin tingle and burn. Her body felt as if it were melting, transforming from flesh and bone to liquid heat as Archer’s hand settled onto the ready, damp core of her.Oh. Her hips lanced forward, craving more. Archer circled his finger there with slow, deliberate strokes, her body tightening compulsively at the scorching sensations his touch evoked. His lips grazed across the plane of her belly, closer to the heat of her. She gasped his name as she realized where his mouth was going…what it sought.
“Archer, no.”
“I like the word ‘yes’ more.”
His lips followed the hot path of his fingers and, when he finally set his mouth to her core, Brynn’s head fell back with a cry of surprise.
The glide of his tongue against her was as electrifying as the storm outside. Brynn almost lost herself in the wild carnal sensation of it as Archer eased his tongue deeper, licking and thrusting, and doing lewd, wicked things that she had never dreamed of. But,oh sweet lord, she didn’t want him to stop.
Archer settled himself between her thighs and swirled his tongue against her in teasing, flicking motions that drove her daft, his fingers working gently into her passage, stroking forward and retreating. In a mindless daze, her fingers tangled in his hair, and she moaned his name. The exquisite pressure was unbearable.Searing. Brynn writhed against his mouth, incoherent sounds escaping her lips. Her body felt possessed, utterly consumed by him, and as he drew her pliant flesh between his teeth, it froze for one terrifyingly bright second—and then shuddered into wild tremors that threatened to break her apart.
“I love the way you taste,” he whispered. His erotic words made her quiver anew at the thought of what he’d just done and how wantonly she’d responded.
With a satisfied smirk, Archer nuzzled her stomach and worked his way back up her body, continuing to stroke her with his hand, sliding it around her hip to hold her flush against him. He caressed the length of her spine, curving around her buttocks and gently molding her flesh. He held her gaze as if needing to measure every moment, every reaction to his every touch. Brynn swallowed hard at the pressure of his arousal pressing so intimately into her, but she didn’t pull away as Archer positioned himself at the entrance of her body.
He inched forward, the strain of holding back bunching his muscles as her virginal passage stretched to accommodate him. The insistent press of his blunt tip felt like his fingers had—only much,muchlarger. Her hands found his shoulders, kneading apprehensively. “Archer—”
“Trust me, darling.” He pushed as far forward as he could until Brynn felt as if she were going to split apart. He stroked her face, all the love in the world glowing in his eyes. She knew he would never hurt her, not when he looked at her like that with so much aching tenderness. “I love you, Briannon.”
The gently offered words were her undoing.
“And I you.”
He entered her fully then, and her body arched like a bow against him, a sharp cry wrenching from her mouth. A hot lash of pain tore through her, echoing in waves across her lower abdomen. It felt like shehadbeen split apart, her body rebelling against the unfamiliar girth of him. Her eyes smarted as she expelled a shuddering breath.
Archer held himself still, his face above her strained and worried. “Brynn?”
“I’m okay,” she assured him, and it wasn’t a lie for very long. The pain flattened out until there was only the proud heat of him resting deep within her.
