CHAPTER SIX
KELSEY
I STARED AT HIM. I COULDN’T think past the heat flooding me, the pounding of my heart, the insanely hot images of my naked body entwined with Archer’s… no, not entwined.
I wanted him on top of me, behind me, his big hands gripping my hips. I wanted our bodies to slam together, to writhe, crash, and collide, not entwine. I wanted it dirty and rough and so, so hard.
I couldn’t speak. Anything that came out of my mouth would have been a moan of lust. I squirmed in my seat, trying to breathe evenly. My wispy panties were not made to withstand the intense, potent effect of Archer West.
He ran his hand up my leg again, his coarse palm eliciting shocks of pleasure with every caress. It took everything in me to pull my foot off the chair, away from his warm touch, away from him.
I lowered my head, focusing on closing my laptop. My hands shook as I shoved it into the case. It caught on the strap. I cursed and tried to untangle the strap, to undo the stuck zipper that refused to budge.
Archer reached across the table and took the laptop from me. With a few quick movements, he unzipped the case and pushed the computer in.
“Come on,” he said.
“What?”
“Where’s your car?”
“On… on the other side of the street.”
He picked up his notebook and the laptop case. We walked back to the street. When I indicated which car was mine, he opened the door and put the case on the passenger seat.
“Go home,” he said. “Change into jeans. Boots, if you have them, but real ones. No heels. And bring a jacket.”
I could only stare at him. “What for? Where are we going?”
“Meet me back here in half an hour.” He glanced at his watch. “Your time starts now.”
I noticed he didn’t ask if I actually wanted to go… wherever. But since my brain had apparently short-circuited and lost all capability for independent thought, I got into my car and drove home. I was still shaken both by Archer’s effect on me and my lack of ability to resist him. Every time he touched me, every time he looked at me, I went all weak and soft.
I’d never been weak or soft. And it bothered the hell out of me that I was with him.
I put on jeans, boots, and a King’s University fleece before I grabbed a jacket and went back out to my car.
Archer was waiting on a bench where I’d left him, his leg crossed over his thigh in a purely masculine position. As I approached, he stood and tucked his notebook beneath his arm.
“Where are we going?” I asked again.
“I’m taking you for a ride.” He slipped his hand beneath my elbow.
I jerked away, irritated. “Look, I get it, okay? You want to get into my pants. And I know I went overboard in the bar, but I’m already tired of you assuming that I’m just going to fall into bed without even a—”
“I meant,” Archer interrupted, a smile tugging at his mouth, “a motorcycle ride.”
“Oh.” I flushed and disliked myself for it. I shot him a glare. “Well, what was I supposed to think with all the foot touching, sexy talk, and everything?”
“Exactly what I hoped you’d think.” He stopped beside a beat-up Harley that had dented metal saddlebags and a seat patched with duct tape. He unlatched a saddlebag to put his notebook inside.
“Archer, I—”
He turned to face me. The protest died in my throat. He put his hand beneath my chin and lifted my gaze to his. My heart hammered with a combination of anxiety and anticipation.
“Yeah, I want you,” he said softly. “You know exactly what I’m about. And I know you’d never expect more from a guy like me. But I also know you’re going to spontaneously combust if you don’t let go.”
“Oh, thank you.” Somehow, by digging deep, I managed to sound sarcastic. “Thanks ever so much for looking out for my well-being. I really appreciate knowing you want me to be your charity fuck.”
My irritation only made him smile.
“You’d be anything but a charity fuck,” he said. “Think about it. You and me. No strings attached, no holds barred. No expectations. I’m leaving town soon, so there wouldn’t be any shitty breakup. Just us having fun while I’m here.”
“Sounds like a great arrangement for you,” I remarked. And for me, but damned if I’m going to admit it. “How many times have you used that exact speech on a woman?”
“Never.”
“Bullshit.”
“I don’t need speeches, storm girl.” He grabbed a second helmet from a backpack. “I don’t play games, either. What you see is what you get.”
I already knew that. I’d known the minute I saw him walk into the bar. And oh, how I liked what I saw.
He came around the bike and settled the helmet on my head. A crease of concentration appeared between his eyebrows as he buckled and adjusted the strap beneath my chin. Then he glanced up and saw me watching him.
For a moment, we just looked at each other. I could see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes, the darker ring of brown around the irises, his incredibly thick eyelashes.
He reached up and took off my glasses, leaning closer as if he wanted to study my eyes without the barrier of glass between us.
I suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. I tried to grab my glasses back.
“Give those to me.”
He looked through the lenses first before settling them back on my nose. “Why do you wear them?”
“So I can see, dumbass.”
“The prescription doesn’t seem very strong.”
I was startled. In truth, my eyesight wasn’t that bad. I needed glasses to drive and for seeing far away, but I rarely wore them at home or on weekends. I liked the way they were sort of a shield between me and other people, and they gave me a sharper look that served me well at work.
Apparently Archer West had figured that out.
I straightened the frames. “Well, I need them, okay?”
“Okay.” He put on his helmet and nodded to the Harley. “You ever ridden before?”
“Once or twice, but it was long time ago.”
“You lean with me and the bike. Keep your feet on the foot pegs. If you need me to stop for any reason, tap me on the thigh. There’s a handrail for you, but it’s not very reliable. I strongly advise you to hold on to me instead.”
He looked at me gravely. Suppressing a smile, I shook my head at him. He responded with a wink and a grin.
Well, crap. There he went disarming me again. One minute, hot sexy promises and the next minute gentle flirting. He kept throwing me off balance, and I both liked and didn’t like it.
He swung his leg over the bike and gestured for me to get on behind him. I climbed on, hesitating a second before sliding my arms around his waist.
Oh.
A bolt of desire shot through me. I adjusted my thighs around his hips. He shifted, reaching down to clasp my hands and pull them more securely around him. He interlaced my fingers so my palms were flat against his abdomen—his rock-hard abdomen with muscles so clearly defined under his T-shirt. I exhaled a slow breath, feeling the warmth of him spread up my arms.
“Yes, the… um, the handrail seems a little loose.” I hadn’t even bothered looking for the stupid handrail.
“Told you.” He sounded like he was smiling. “Hold tight.”
He revved up the bike and guided it out of the parking lot. He took the ride through downtown slowly. While I appreciated the chance to get used to the feel of the bike and the roar of the engine, I quickly realized that I was dependent on Archer. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing, that he would drive safely, that he wasn’t whisking me off to some dark cave where he could have his way with me.
I shifted closer, tightening my arms around him. God, he felt good. Solid, warm, and so strong. He could lift me into his arms without any effort at all. And whisk me off to some dark cave where he could have his—
A laugh choked my throat. Despite the fact that I kept telling myself I couldn’t do this, it seemed, in fact, that I was.
At a stoplight, he turned his head. “Okay?”
“Yes.” More than okay.
He reached back and patted my thigh. Another rush of heat filled me. I leaned against him and forced myself not to think. Though the growl of the bike between my legs was exciting, it didn’t compare to the feeling of pressing against Archer’s back, the heat of his abdomen warming my palms, the subtle shifts of his muscular body against mine as he drove onto the highway.
I had no idea where he was going. I didn’t care. He could have ridden to Canada and I’d have loved just sitting there with my arms around him, the bike roaring beneath us, and the wind whipping past.
I felt free. Open. Unlocked. Just for now.
Archer pulled off the highway past Forest Grove and took a two-lane side road through a heavily forested area. After parking in a lot near a ranger’s cabin, we both climbed off the bike. The hum of the engine still throbbed in my blood as I pulled off the helmet.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“A state park that I heard about at a hostel.” Archer took off his helmet and dragged a hand through his black hair.
He fastened the helmets to the bike, and we started off on one of the trails winding through the trees. It was lovely and quiet, with only the sounds of birds whistling and the faint rustle of the wind.
“What were you doing at a hostel?” I asked, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets as we walked.
“I’m staying in a room there.”
“Oh.”
I felt his glance. “That bother you?”
“No.” I was surprised, though. I’d figured Archer didn’t have much money, but surely Dean could…
Shit.
Why was I constantly… and conveniently… forgetting about Dean? That Archer was Dean’s brother?
“Whoa.” Archer stopped and faced me, holding his hands up. “You just went dark on me.”
“I was thinking about Dean.”
He frowned. “Not what any guy wants to hear when he’s alone with a woman.”
“I mean… you’re Dean’s brother.”
“So?”
“So Dean and I are friends.”
“You’ve known him how long?”
“Since college. He was a couple of years ahead of me.”
“You ever date him?” Though his voice sounded casual, a note of jealousy underscored it.
“No,” I said. “I never dated Dean. We’re friends. He helped me through some shitty stuff years ago. He’s always been a rock. I’d never want to screw things up with him and me.”
Archer looked at me for a second. “Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“I can’t compete with him. Never could. If that’s the problem, then I’m out.”
I stared at him. “You’re out? You mean you’ll fold, just like that? Just because I brought up Dean?”
“You want an excuse to stop this whole thing, don’t you?” In his eyes was an unmistakable guilt and pain whose source I didn’t want to know. “You found the best one, sweetheart. If you’re backing off because of Dean, then yeah, I fold.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And while part of me was very aware that he was saying exactly what I should want to hear, a wave of hurt crashed into me.
“What the hell?” I snapped. “What happened to I’m going to finish this and I want to sleep with you? You can’t come on to me like a fucking hurricane and then fold just because I mention Dean.”
“If you’re thinking about my goddamned brother when you’re with me, then fuck it, Kelsey. I’m not competing with him. No way.”
“I’m not asking you to!”
“Then why did you bring him up?”
“Archer, you ass, you didn’t think Dean just might be an issue? You knew from the beginning that he and I are friends!”
His features tensed. “I didn’t know from the beginning.”
I fell silent. My breathing was fast. A sudden yearning hit me—the desire to rewind time and go back with Archer to the corner booth of a bar where we hadn’t known anything about each other. Where I’d pressed my thigh against his, and had the courage to touch his tattoo. Where I hadn’t been Professor March. Where the world had distilled to a single, hot kiss.
“You made up your mind about me at first,” Archer said. “Then you find out I’m Dean’s brother, and suddenly I’m nothing but a fuck-up who screws with people.”
I swallowed my rising shame. “That’s… that’s not true.”
“No? That’s not what you still think?”
I stared at him, my heart racing. Of course it wasn’t. In less than three days, Archer West had shaken everything I’d ever heard about him. He’d also tilted my world off its axis, and I wasn’t at all certain I wanted it back in place.
“No,” I said honestly. “That’s not what I still think.”
His shoulders relaxed a little. “Well, I still think you’re a controlling bitch who hasn’t gotten laid in years.”
I laughed. “You’re not far off the mark, then.”
He grinned, his eyes creasing as he approached me. He reached up to take a few strands of my hair between his fingers.
“I also think you’re smart, incredibly sexy, and that you want this to happen as much as I do. We could have one hell of a good time together while I’m here.”
My breath shortened. I stared at the pulse beating at the side of his neck and wondered what it would feel like to press my lips against the warm, taut skin there.
“But,” Archer continued, “not if you’re worried about Dean.”
“Not if you give up without a fight, either,” I reminded him.
We looked at each other. The sunlight fell through the leaves, casting Archer’s strong features in both shadows and light.
“I’ll get back in the ring,” he said, “if you don’t use my brother as an excuse to back off. You don’t want to do this? You give me a reason that has to do with you. Not him.”
At the moment, I couldn’t think of any reason at all why it would be a bad idea to start up with Archer West, even if he was only here for a few days. Especially if he was only here for a few days.
I knew I had plenty of reasons to back off. But standing there with him in the middle of the forest with birds tweeting and the sun practically dancing around us like we were in a Disney movie… not a single reason came to mind.
Then he kissed me. A warm capture of my lips, just like that night in the bar. Except this time I didn’t succumb to escape my problems. This time I wanted to be caught. By him. I wanted him to fight for me, pursue me, want me, and capture me.
I parted my lips and let him inside. Heat spread through me, and my head filled with the taste and scent of him. I put my hand against his chest. A shiver ran up my arm at the sensation of his muscles beneath his T-shirt. He was such a man, all hard edges and coiled strength. He cupped his hand against the back of my neck to hold me in place. I let him take the lead, already knowing he would take me somewhere thrilling.
He edged closer, crowding me up against a tree, enveloping me in a cocoon of heat. He moved his mouth with increasing pressure over mine. Lust swirled through me, pooling in my lower body as he nibbled at my lower lip and flicked his tongue out to lick the corner of my mouth. My nipples budded up against the slopes of his chest. A hot, heady pulse throbbed in my blood and centered in my clit. I wanted to strip down right then and there, spread my legs, and let him…
He moved his hands down my sides to grasp my hips. Slowly he pushed his thigh between my legs, rubbing it against my sex. A moan escaped me. I squeezed my legs around his thigh, unable to stop myself from pressing against him. A jolt of electricity sizzled in my veins.
“Come on, storm girl.” His voice was husky as he slid his lips across my cheek to my ear, his breath a warm trail over my skin. “Let’s finish what we started the other night.”
Excitement and a touch of fear rose in me. Though I knew the isolated trail was deserted, I glanced around nervously. Archer took my earlobe between his teeth. My nerves tingled with pleasure. The world felt dizzying, a riot of colors centering on the sensation of Archer’s hands on my hips and his body against mine. I drove my fingers into the thick strands of his hair, turning my face toward him.
“Kiss me again,” I breathed.
His mouth covered mine. He tightened his grip on my hips and pushed me down on his thigh.
“Christ, I can feel your heat through your jeans,” he murmured, his eyes burning as he lifted his head. “I can’t wait to touch you. To watch you shatter beneath me.”
A hard shiver rocked me. I couldn’t even muster up any indignation over his arrogant assumption that he would get into my pants one day.
“Do it,” he ordered, shifting his thigh against me. “Make yourself come.”
Heat flooded me. The seam of my jeans pressed against my clit. I squirmed, aching, writhing my hips up and down against Archer’s thigh, then around in a slow circle. I wanted to prolong the delicious sensations building inside me, wanted to stay here forever, my body sealed to his, but my urgency spun like a vortex. Archer’s voice was a deep rumble against my ear as I moved faster, faster…
I gasped. “Oh, I’m…”
His mouth crashed down on mine again, muffling my cry of pleasure as stars burst inside me, a wave of sensation. He held me against him, rubbing his thigh slowly against me while the wave receded. Breathless, I closed my eyes and let my forehead fall against his chest.
I could feel his heart pounding. Warmth rose from his skin. I wanted to slide my hand down to the hard bulge pressing against his jeans, but before I could move, he closed his hands around my shoulders.
“Just in case,” he whispered, tugging me upright.
“But you…”
His chuckle brushed against my hair. “I’ll survive. Maybe.”
We separated reluctantly. I moved away from him, trying to calm the lingering pulses in my blood.
God in heaven. If he could make me so hot with one kiss and without either of us taking off our clothes, what would it be like when we were both naked?
If we were both naked. Not when.
“It’s getting late,” I said, disliking the regret I felt. Regret that had nothing to do with getting sexy with Archer and everything to do with cutting short this impulsive, dizzying time. “I should go home.”
We walked slowly to the parking lot. As we got back on the Harley, my mind flickered with questions and rationalizations that I didn’t know how to deal with.
Why shouldn’t I have a fling with him? I was a grown woman. He’d laid it all out on the line. I knew what I’d be getting into. And I’d been so instantly attracted to him, that hot pull of lust like nothing I’d felt before. With all the crap going on at work, I deserved the mindless pleasure of a good time.
I just didn’t know why I was so fucking scared.