Page 21 of The Soul of Archer
Alora took a sip of her coffee as she thought about that one for a minute. "I like a lot of different things. I love to read. I'm a huge fan of Krista's, obviously." She grinned. "I like swimming, fishing, hunting, camping in general. Course, it's been a few years since I've been. With my bakery taking off like it has and all. I love music. Country, rock, some rap and hip-hop, jazz, classical, you name it."
Lance took a sip of his coffee as he studied her. Everything he knew about her and what he was now learning about her intrigued him. Making him thirsty to learn more. To learn everything, he could about her. Course, his shirt riding up high on her thighs was slowly pushing his concentration.
"Seems we have a lot more in common than I would have figured. I too like the outdoors, mostly camping and fishing. I enjoy music, but mostly rock and country. I love reading as well. If it peaks my interest, I'll read it. I also love boating. I have a boat out in Jacksonville. My dad takes care of her for me." He replied.
"You sail? I've always wanted to go out on the open ocean on a boat. I've been on the small boats out on Lake Houston. Not quite the same thing." She beamed.
"Well, maybe I could take you sometime." He suggested, reaching out for her hand.
He watched as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip when his hand closed around hers. He found it enticing. Wondering what her tongue would feel like on his skin. He watched as she took a slow breath.
"Any...um, any tattoos?" She asked, her voice catching.
Lance released her hand, sat his mug on the coffee table, then pulled off his shirt. He shifted so his right side now faced her. On his right shoulder was his first tattoo. He wanted her to see that one first. When she reached out and brushed her finger tips along it, he shivered. He, Lance "Hawkeye" Archer SHIVERED at a woman's touch. A first for him and a first he liked.
"Wow, it's beautiful. I see a Celtic cross, but what's this insignia where a knot should be?"
"It’s the insignia for our old MARSOC unit. I got this after my first year in the unit."
"It's beautiful. The intricate lines of the cross," Her fingers moving over them as she spoke, "weaved in and around the shield of the insignia. It's captivating. Anymore?"
Lance felt the loss of her touch when she removed her hand. Trying to keep his composure, Lance shifted again to show her his back. Along his shoulders and upper back was an elaborate tat of interlocking Tribal and Celtic ruins and symbols. Once more, he shivered as she reached out and ran her fingers over his ink.
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This time when he shivered again under her touch, Alora was unable to hold back a whimper. To not only see, but feel this strong, battle-hardened man react like that to her very touch was both empowering and humbling. Not to mention a turn on, knowing he reacted like that to her. She was no one special. She was just a cake decorator from Houston for crying out loud.
Without thinking, she leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss against the center of the tattoo. Alora both heard and felt him growl and the sound hit her like a sledgehammer. The sound making her tremble as she felt herself grow damp. Her eyes closed as she did it again. Her lips pressing against his skin. Her tongue slipped out moving slowly against him.
"Alora." He groaned, his voice deep and almost ragged.
Her eyes opened just as he turned and faced her. His hand cupped her face, his thumb rubbing along her jaw and chin. It was now her turn to shudder. Her lids lowered, watching him. In a blink his lips were on hers. She moaned as he took control of the kiss. Demanding her surrender to him. She did so willingly, letting herself go completely with him.
Lance pulled her against him, her hands resting on his chest. Feeling his warmth under her fingers and palms. Slowly her hands slid up, over his shoulders then around his neck. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth. Her body, which had been on a slow burn was now a raging fire. He must have sensed it because his kiss became deeper. Taking, plundering her mouth. Her mews and whimpers echoing in her ears. Her hips gyrating, pressing into him, feeling his hardness.
"Fuck woman," he groaned, pulling away from her mouth, "that's it Tigress. Move for me."
"Lance..." She panted, her eyes meeting his. "I...I..."
"Tell me what you want. Right now."
"You. I want you...inside me.... please..."
Alora instantly found herself on her back, Lance looming over her. Desire, need, lust, and something else she couldn't identify were burning in those turquoise eyes of his. "Be sure what you're asking of me Alora. If I get inside that sweet pussy of yours, I'm not stopping. I'll fuck you over and over, making you come again and again. Then when you think you have nothing left, I'll rip one more from that beautiful body of yours and only then will I come with you. Do you understand me Tigress?"
"Fuck." She moaned, her hips bucking up against him. "Yes, yes I understand. I want it Lance. Now. Please, please take me..."
He didn't let her finish. He stood and once her eyes were on his again, he made a bit of a production of undoing his jeans and easing them down. Her eyes widened when she saw him. But not in fear. Oh no, not his Tigress. Those amber eyes of hers were so easy to read in that moment. Her need and hunger for him grew once she finally saw all of him.
"Mmm, so you like what you see my Tigress?" He asked, stroking his erection
"Oh, hell yeah I do."
He chuckled, "Loose that damn shirt."
Alora sat up and with a sassy smirk, shucked the t-shirt. It was now her turn to watch him. His eyes glued to her breasts. She felt her nipples pucker and throb when he licked his lips. God, she wanted his mouth on them. His mouth, his hands, hell, she wanted all of him on her. Touching her. Tasting her. She wanted it all. Feeling a little daring, she reached up and cupped her breasts.
"Yes." He hissed.
