Until You're Mine (8 page)

Realizing there was no way he was letting me leave without accepting his care…I spun on my heel and stomped to his office.

Ten minutes later, his strong hand cradled mine as he brought my palm to his mouth. Cool air blew from his lips, alleviating the burn of the antiseptic while his peppermint breath penetrated my nose.

Oh God, that smell.

I’d caught it a few times in passing and savored it then, but it was more prominent now. He was sitting close. Too close. So damn close my thighs clenched in protest. Then I began to notice everything about him. From the way his strong hands provided comfort each time they touched mine, to the way his muscles bunched and rippled beneath his shirt.

“Talk,” He began placing everything back inside the kit. I found myself admiring his mouth, immediately drawn to his bottom lip. It was slightly bigger than the top and I had a sudden urge to suck on it. Looking away, I blushed furiously. I’d gone from heartache to horny in minutes.

God, help me…I was losing my damn mind.

“Luke cheated on me.”

Archer scoffed. “Not a surprise,” His smug grin mocked me from the corner of his mouth.

Tears welled in my eyes and I swallowed hard to keep them from falling. “Why? Because I’m not a road whore like Alexis Davis?”

The tears fell without my permission. I needed to get the hell out of here before the dam burst. I’d yet to cry over Luke, I’ll be damned if I was doing it in front of Archer. I moved to get up but his fingers gripped my forearm, pulling me closer.

“No, because he doesn’t deserve you,”

That was all it took. I broke. Big ugly tears I’d kept bottled up for the last few days flowed like the Mississippi. Archer pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me. One hand stroked my back while the other stroked the hair on top of my head.

“It hurts…it hurts so fuckin’ bad,”

“I know it does. I know.”

Fear had kept me from giving into him all this time. Fear of being hurt again, of being used. Fear had also kept me from giving into my hidden desires, the ones that only came to life when I was with him. Archer had owned a part of me since that night. Day by day, little by little, he had managed to weave his way into my heart.  

Every kiss.

Every word. 

Every touch.

It had all led to this. There was no turning back, and my heart

was of no consequence. Last night had proven once again, he saw what no one else did. It was time. Time to set fear aside and fight harder for what I wanted, time to
show him
what we could be together…what we already were. Leaving my clothes behind, I climbed the stairs to the kitchen.

Whether he liked it or not, he was already mine and I had no intentions of ever letting him go.

Love does not begin and

end the way we seem to think it does.

Love is a battle, love is a war;

love is growing up.

~James Baldwin

Hot water pounded my back as I braced myself against the wall, watching as the steaming liquid swirled down the drain. How could she have such an effect on me? For years, I’d been able to avoid the one thing that terrified me the most.

Love
.

Yet, somehow Katherine gave me hope. Could I love again? I never thought it would be possible after what I’d been through? But the way she felt wrapped in my arms, and the peace she seemed to give me had my mind instigating a war with my heart.

“
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I roared, slapping the tiled wall. My hand tingled and burned as I continued my assault. My chest was on fucking fire.

“Archer,” My heart stumbled and my breath faltered as I pulled in gasps of air, trying to focus on her through the steamy glass.

“Gimme’ a minute,”

Fuck, I need to get my shit together.

I watched her figure fade then I closed my eyes, praying for the strength I needed to let her go. Strength I knew did not exist. She’d become a powerful presence in my life and deep down, I knew it would take more than getting between her legs to quell this constant ache.

Shutting off the water, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scrubbed both hands down my wet face. After collecting a few calming breaths, I walked out of the bathroom.

Jesus
.

Her caramel colored eyes were laced with desire as she scooted further back onto the bed. She was completely fucking naked, and by the look in her eye, ready to give in to what we’d both been wanting for months.

Each other
.

My cock rose in appreciation of the angel waiting for me. I walked to the edge of the bed, crooking my finger. “C’mere,” Her cheeks flushed pink as she scooted across the comforter on bended knees.  Draping her arms around me, her sweet breath tickled my lips while her gorgeous tits pillowed against my damp chest.

“I need you,” she panted and my entire world came to a screeching halt.

Down came the steel gate I’d been fighting to break through. Her eyes told me this would cost her far more than I would ever understand. I was too damn selfish to care. All I wanted was her, and I would do whatever I could to have her.

Hearts be damned.

Pulling the towel from my hips, I pushed her to the bed and climbed between her legs. My fingers rubbed her wet pussy. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” Her heady breaths and arousal swamped the air between us and my cock lurched forward, begging to be inside her. Dark mocha flashed with heat as her hooded eyes darted to mine. “You sure?” I couldn’t tell you the last time I prayed. I was a small boy- I do know that. But I was silently praying to any God that would listen, to let me have her, just this one fucking time.

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.” The strength and conviction in her voice washed over me like a tsunami, drowning me in pathetic desperate need.

Regret twisted in my gut. We were both doing this for very different reasons.

“Make love to me,” she whispered the plea like a prayer from her tongue.

Make love?

Fuck that.

Panic shot through my chest, yanking me away. “No.” Shaking my head, I tried to harness the emotions that kept creeping up every time I thought about doing more than fucking her. Every time I thought about…

Fuck, my head was a mess.

Or was it my heart?
If the emotions between us didn’t kill me, the internal battle I had raging inside me would. When would I ever find some fucking peace?

“Fuck!”
Running my hands through my hair, I pulled them down my face. Now I had a hard on and a woman that wanted to make love.

Fear flooded her eyes as her trembling hands found both sides of my face. The intimate contact punched something I refused to identify to the center of my confused fucking chest.

“Fuck me, Archer. Take me. Do whatever the hell you want. Just do it now,
please
.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Desire, hot and thick poured over me like molten lava, destroying me from the inside out. Covering her body with mine, I pinned her to the bed. My fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding her in place while I fed from her impatient mouth. Our tongues fought for control, but in the end, I buried her ass. She was a hot fucking mess beneath me and I’d only just begun. When I had her responding to my every touch, and begging for my every kiss, I flipped her over.

Reaching above her, I shoved the barrage of pillows to the floor.

“What are you doing?” My cock twitched at her breathy question.

I pulled her silky black mane from her neck, placing exactly one kiss to her flower covered shoulder just before I found the shell of her ear. “I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. That’s what you said you wanted, right?”

She looked so beautiful laid out in front of me like a goddamn feast. Ready and willing to give me whatever the hell I wanted. A sliver of guilt sliced through me again, reminding me of what I was about to do.

Yeah, I was a real
motherfucker.

“Don’t move,” Standing next to the bed, I grabbed a condom from the bedside table. She twisted her head to face me. “You don’t listen very well- do you?”

A wicked grin curved her swollen lips as she tucked stray hair beneath her chin. “You of all people should know that,”

She got that shit right. Her defiant spirit and smart ass mouth were always getting her into trouble. At first, it infuriated me, now it just got me hard as fuck.

“Stop talkin’,” I climbed back onto the bed. Bending at the waist, I slipped my hands beneath her, jerking her heart shaped ass in the air. I dipped my tongue into her sweet, wet pussy, ripping a deep growl from the back of my throat.

More.

I needed more, so much more. Collecting every drop of her sweet juices, I inched my way back up. Straight to the hidden spot I was secretly aching for. I wanted to be everywhere. I wanted to possess every inch of her, starting right fucking here.

Spreading her wide, I licked my way back up, drinking and taking from her all along the way. “Archer,” she whispered, her back rising and falling with desperate heavy breaths.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not gonna fuck you there…” My thumb dipped into the one and only place my cock had ever
begged
to be. “Yet.” I promised.

With a gasp she wiggled her hips, silently requesting for more.

Christ almighty.

“Archer, please…” She was a ravenous heap of hot skin, scalding the tips of my fingers.

Reaching for the condom, I wrapped it up. What I wouldn’t give to ride this exotic beauty bareback, I thought as I pressed the tip of my cock to her hot pussy. Her throaty cry told me she was just as close to the edge as I was.

This
…would not be pretty
.

I’d waited too long. It would be impossible to hold back once I was inside of her. My patience weakening by the second, I surged forward with a deep hard thrust. Rocking back and forth, I buried myself inside of her sweet heavenly bliss. My dick pulsing with untamable need, I took everything I could. I rode her hard and deep. Every whimper and every cry that fell from her lips fueled the frantic need growing rapidly inside my chest.