Secret Sins (19 page)

She was hungry for him. It had only been hours since he’d had her, since the hard
length of his cock had filled her, possessed her, and she wanted it so desperately
now that arguing with him was a thing of the past.

She had no idea what the argument was even about any longer.

A shiver raced up her spine as heat sparked, hot and tempting, spearing straight to
her womb as her pussy began to ache, to clench in hungry need.

She’d told herself she wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t allow it. That she would not let
him control any part of her. But he controlled this. The need, the desperation for
his touch. He controlled it with such need she was moaning for more.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you since seeing you in this skirt this morning. If you hadn’t
run out so fast, I would have had you before you left the house,” he breathed out
roughly, his hands sliding from her hips to her thighs, bunching the material in his
hands, pulling it up far enough that his hands could cup the curves of her ass left
bare by the silk of her thong panties.

Slick and hot, her juice gushed from her vagina, the feel of it sliding over the sensitive
inner flesh dragging a low moan from her.

Archer’s lips covered hers, his tongue licking over the seam of her lips. Pleasure
washed over her, through her, as his lips sipped at hers, his tongue licked and stroked,
penetrating her lips with a slow, sensual glide.

She could be pissed later, Anna decided. Right now she wanted him, ached for him.

She wanted to fill the loneliness with his touch, the hurt and betrayal that lived
inside her with pleasure.

Parting her lips, Anna’s tongue peeked out as his licked over the lower curve. Her
hands, at first pressed against his shirt, then moved to the buttons holding the material
together.

Clumsy, fumbling, Anna struggled with the too-tiny discs until, finally, the last
one came free, revealing the hard contours of his chest and the light mat of dark
blond curls that tempted her fingers.

*   *   *

Pushing back, Anna stared up at him, and Archer had no idea what was causing his chest
to tighten. His body hardened with such feeling that making sense of it was impossible.

“Archer,” she whispered, her hands tightening on the material of his shirt, trying
to still the trembling he’d glimpsed.

There was a need in her eyes, a hunger he couldn’t decipher.

Her lips trembled before she stilled them as well, but she couldn’t erase the unconscious
plea in her gaze that she had no idea she was showing him.

“Whatever you want, Anna,” he told her, his lips brushing against hers, watching her
pupils flare, watching the lust, seeing some deeper, darker emotion he couldn’t allow
himself to acknowledge in the dark sea-green of her eyes.

Clenching his fingers in the curve of her ass, feeling the muscles beneath his hold,
left him fighting the need to take her as fast, as hard as possible.

But it wouldn’t be enough, Archer knew. It wouldn’t be enough for him, because he
could sense what she was silently aching for, feel it in the tightening of his chest
though he was unaware of exactly what it was.

“Tell me, Anna,” he said. “Tell me what you want, baby. Don’t you know I’d give you
anything you asked for? If I have it, it’s yours.”

If he could give it to her without asking, then he would. If he could read the desire
raging in her eyes, then he would do whatever he had to, to ensure she had it.

She licked her lips, the sight of her little pink tongue tasting her lips tightening
his balls. Her breathing accelerated, her breasts rising and falling beneath the light,
silky material of the white sleeveless blouse.

Her gaze turned somber then, a flash of uncertainty sparking deep in the pretty green
orbs.

Archer lowered his lips to her ear again, caressing the curve of the delicate shell.

She arched against him, her head tilting to the side to give him greater access to
the flesh beneath her ear as he began kissing the soft curve.

“Please, Archer. Take me now. I don’t want to wait.” She shook her head and he could
see the uncertainty, the hesitancy raging inside her.

She could ask him to take her, but whatever need was eating her alive, she wasn’t
yet comfortable asking for.

“Don’t you trust me, Anna?” he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips.

Her lips trembled.

There were no tears in her eyes, but the need was only growing, burning hotter inside
her.

“I trust you with my life.”

But did she trust him with her dreams?

Lifting his hand, his fingers touched her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips.
“Sweet Anna.”

A part of him knew what she wanted. Knew and ached to give it to her.

Burying his face against the curve of her neck, a grimace tightened his expression
as he fought to hold back, to at least take her easy.

The knowledge of what she wanted, the knowledge that he couldn’t give it to her here,
ate at him. What he could give her was the pleasure, though.

*   *   *

There was a hunger in Archer’s kiss that Anna hadn’t felt before, a need she hadn’t
known could exist, except in her.

When his lips covered hers, gently—oh God, so gently—his lips moved over hers, rubbing
against them, stroking, warming them as sensation mixed with emotion to flare in heated
pulses rushing through her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Anna’s lips parted further as she eagerly accepted
the deeper intensity that filled the kiss.

This was what she had needed.

This was what she had ached for.

As Archer’s lips devoured hers, his tongue pushing and teasing hers, the hard curve
of his knee tucked high between her thighs. The heated warmth against the sensitive
flesh of her silk-covered pussy pulled a moan from her lips. It was so good. It was
the most incredible kiss she had experienced. Even in her deepest fantasies she hadn’t
known a kiss that fired her blood, her heart and soul, as well as her pleasure at
once.

The slow arch and lift of her hips rubbed the aching bud of her clit against his knee,
blindly following the sensations suddenly tearing through her.

Burying her fingers in his hair, Anna licked at his lips as he had hers. Moving into
his kiss, a muted cry of pleasure was lost beneath the harsh male groan that rumbled
in his chest. The combined sounds of pleasure moved through her senses, multiplying
the intensity of her pleasure.

Tightening her thighs on his knee, Anna’s fingers slid from his nape, along his neck,
then to his chest. Lowering her other hand, instinct and need guiding her actions,
Anna was pushing at the material of his shirt, needing to feel his flesh against her
own.

As the soft cotton slid over his powerful shoulders, catching on his hard biceps,
Archer suddenly moved back from her, jerking the shirt off and letting it fall forgotten
to the floor.

Lifting her to the conference table Archer stared down at her, his breathing accelerating
at the sight of the short skirt pushed above the silk of her panties as he lifted
her knees and moved between them. Gripping her legs he parted them before his hands
slid to her hips, drawing them to the edge of the table.

Lying out before him, her long, dark hair spread out above her, her pretty green eyes
watching him with slumberous heat, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen
in his life.

Moving one hand between their bodies, Archer quickly loosened his belt, flipped open
the metal button of his jeans, and eased the zipper over the furious erection pressing
against it demandingly.

“Oh, yes!” Need passed her lips as she spread her thighs, her knees lifting to grip
his lean flanks.

Quickly rolling the condom he’d pulled from his back pocket onto his cock, Archer
bent to her.

“I love fucking you, Anna. Being inside you, feeling the heated grip of your pussy
caressing me.” He gripped the thick stalk of his cock and he eased the engorged head
through the swollen, juice-laden folds of her pussy.

“Oh God, Archer, I love it.” A moan parted her lips as the thick crest pressed into
the now oversensitive entrance. “It’s so good.”

“Watch,” the hoarsely voiced order had her gaze following his.

Reclined back as she was, her thighs spread wide, Anna could see the hard flesh of
his cock parting the intimate lips. The swollen curves hugging the wide crest, her
juices clinging to it as he began pressing inside.

The slow, controlled stretch of her delicate inner muscles had pleasure rising rapidly
as the fiery pleasure-pain began streaking across her nerve endings.

“Archer.” The intensity of the pleasure began to overtake her. “It’s so good, Archer.”

Moving against her with slow, shallow thrusts, he parted the inner tissue, stretching
it in burning increments as sensation began slicing through her senses.

Angling her hips to him, her fingers gripping his arms, Anna watched as, with a final
hard thrust, he buried to the hilt inside her.

The heavy pulse of his cock had her knees tightening on his hips as the imperative
need to orgasm began racing through her.

Lifting her gaze to his, Anna felt her chest tighten, almost felt the tears that would
have filled her eyes.

The look on his face—

Her breath hitched, a whimpering moan filling the air around them as he began to move
again, his hips thrusting, dragging his cock nearly free before pushing inside her.
He worked the heavy flesh to the hilt, pulled back, then thrust hard and heavy inside
her again.

The stroke and caress of the heavily veined shaft and the thick, blunt head had pleasure
building violently inside her.

Each sensation rose in intensity as overexcited nerve endings began to burn, to flare.
Thrusting harder, faster, his gaze locked on hers, Archer’s expression was so tender,
so—what?

What was it?

What emotion was whipping between them?

The intensity of it, like the ecstatic pleasure, only strengthened, increased.

“Archer, please.” The need, the overwhelming sensations, were pulsing, expanding inside
her.

Groaning, perspiration running in rivulets down his chest, along the side of his face,
his golden brown eyes seemed more brilliant, more predatory—

“Anna. Sweetheart—” His groan was hoarse, his body tightening as he lifted one hand
from her hips to cup her cheek. “Sweet Anna—”

Archer’s teeth clenched as Anna cried out, her pussy tightening around his cock as
it shuttled back and forth, harder, faster.

Flames erupted inside her.

Electric, pulsing ecstasy exploded like fireworks inside the clenched, pleasure-tortured
depths of her vagina.

“Fuck! Baby!” His hand tightened at her cheek, some battle raging in his expression
as she felt his release suddenly tear through his corded body.

“Ah, fuck!” His face tightened, his gaze turning savage. “Anna. Ah, God. Mine!” His
hips slammed forward as she felt his cock flex, pulse.

The muscles of her pussy rippled and tightened around him.

“Mine! Damn you, you’re mine!”

His lips covered hers.

Possessive, demanding. The kiss marked her soul and stilled the words being torn from
his lips.

Caught together in the cataclysm swirling through them, Anna swore she felt a part
of herself merge with him. Felt a part of him merge with her.

And for one precious moment out of time, Anna knew what it meant to belong.

*   *   *

Crowe glanced from his office to the hallway, his jaw clenching tighter at the knowledge
of what must be going on inside the conference room. It had been all the sheriff could
do to keep his hands off Anna while they had been in there during the meeting.

Archer had sat with his fingers curled into fists as he sat back from the table, or
flexing his fingers as he obviously kept himself from touching her. The air of tension
and sexual connection between them was so damned thick it was all a person could do
to stand to be in the room with them.

“Surveillance of the house hasn’t been showing much,” Rory reported as he watched
the monitors they’d connected to the wi-fi cameras positioned outside Archer’s house.
“You’ll be able to tap into these cameras from the ranch, or your cabin as well, but
I don’t think anyone would hit the house.”

“Why?” he asked, still watching the hall.

“Everyone who knows Archer knows he’s paranoid about security,” Rory answered. “Hell,
I had no idea who he was the first two days I was here doing recon and I knew he was
paranoid about security. If they dared strike the house, it would be disguised as
you, Logan, or Rafer, just as they were when they took Marietta Tyme.”

“Are we sure the Slasher will even come after her?”

Were they making a mistake focusing on Anna rather than elsewhere?

“If he’s the one that’s kept her out of the County since she was nine, then having
her back here and working for you and your cousins would enrage him. For whatever
reason, he’s put a lot of time and effort into keeping her away. He wouldn’t let the
fact that she was back slip by him.”

“What does Jordan think?” he asked, referring to Rory’s uncle, a former Navy SEAL.

The rumor that Jordan Malone was also commander of a silent, shadowy mercenary group
hadn’t been lost on Crowe when he’d heard it ten years before. Jordan was the type
to be involved in something that covert, but he was also a man with the knowledge
and presence to make it work.

“He agrees. If it’s the Slasher, then he won’t wait long before he grabs her.”

Crowe wiped his hand over his face and glared at the hallway now.

Damn, why was he so fucking pissed off over the fact that Archer was obviously fucking
his cousin behind those doors? Just as he couldn’t figure out why his protective instincts
had gone crazy over the years every time he’d seen Anna Corbin in town. There was
something about her that just pissed him off every time he saw her.