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ass to tug her against his erection.
    “You did this to me.” He groaned when instinct made her hips roll to rub against his cock.
    He dropped his other hand to her ass and pulled her up and along his hard length.
    “Fuck, you feel so right,” he moaned against her lips before demanding more of the kiss.
    He broke the kiss, and kissed and licked down her neck, nuzzling the strap of the satin nightgown out of his way. It fell down, the loose material slipping off her shoulder and exposing the smooth top mound of her breast.
    Scarlet arched back in his arms and slid one leg up the outside of his jeans. She reveled in the texture of the denim against her soft skin.
    Archer lifted his head to pull the material of her nightgown away from her breast with his teeth.
    His body went still as he gazed down at her.
    “I want you.” His voice was breathless, and Scarlet almost came to her senses before he dipped his head forward to capture her nipple in his hot mouth.
    “Oh, God… Archer,” she gasped as he flicked his tongue over the swollen bud. Scarlet felt like she was going to turn to dust.
    His teeth scraped gently, and Scarlet could no longer stay still as she rocked her hips up, her thong soaked with her heat.
    Archer worked his magic on her other strap and moved to worship that breast as well.
    Scarlet forgot all the reasons why she wasn’t supposed to be doing this with this man. His mouth was masterful, and she wondered if he’d be as good lower down.
    “Archer, please,” she begged. She needed more than he was giving her right then. She wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers.
    He released her breast, hoisted her up, and turned towards the one place she wanted to be.
    The few steps to the bed felt like an eternity, but as soon as he put her down, he moved his big body to cover her.
    She felt tiny and feminine with him over her.
    He stopped and sat back.
    Scarlet reached for him, bereft without his heat.
    Archer reached up and pulled his shirt off.
    She took a moment to stare. The male was magnificent and she wanted to taste his skin.
    When he moved forward to cover her, Scarlet reached down between them and stroked him.
    Archer let out a hiss. “No, belan .” He moved her hand. “If you touch me now, I won’t last.”
    So Scarlet reached up and pulled him down on her. Her mouth finding his, she opened up to him and he took full advantage, their kiss becoming so intense that they were both gasping for breath in moments. Scarlet moaned, and Archer took the sound into himself, returning it to her with his own moan.
    His hands moved to her breasts, kneading and stroking them. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and Scarlet arched into his touch.
    Archer was lying with one leg between hers and Scarlet spread her own legs, unconsciously rubbing against his denim-covered thigh.
    She was burning for more. Her body temperature spiked, her hands on his shoulders kneading the muscles she found there.
    Archer’s hand left her breast, and Scarlet voiced a soft complaint, but he stroked down her side and further down the outside of her thigh. He moved his weight as his hand caressed up the inside of her thigh and came to rest on her thong.
    Scarlet felt his erection twitch against her hip as he moaned.
    “Fuck, you are so wet—so ready for me.” His fingers delved under the material of the thong, causing Scarlet to gasp and open her legs wider for him.
    A thumb unerringly found her clitoris, and he did a slow circle that had Scarlet writhing and begging him for more.
    She ran her hand down his stomach and he grabbed it with a grin. “I said no, belan .”
    Scarlet was going to complain, but his fingers started moving as he stroked between her folds.
    “Do you want my fingers inside you, Scarlet?” He leaned down and stole a kiss before she could answer.
    Her breath was ragged as she said, “Yes. Please, Archer, give me more.”
    He rewarded her with a finger sliding smoothly into her.
    “So