My back hits the wall of the elevator and I claw at Archer’s back. His lips are driving me mad with lust and when he pushes his erection into my stomach I go wild. A frustrated growl rips out of my mouth and Archer swallows it.

His lips leave mine and my eyes snap open in a blurry haze.

“What’s the matter?” he asks with a wink.

“I can’t get my legs around you in this stupid dress,” I tell him hitching it up.

Archer’s eyes land on my now bare legs and his pupils dilate even further. He starts to lean over just as the elevator dings signaling we reached our floor.

“Hurry.” Archer rasps out, grabbing my hand as we make a dash to his room.

Before the door closes Archer’s hot mouth is on me again. My hands grasp the material of my skirt and I bunch it together lifting it as I go.

Archer’s hands land on mine, stopping my progress. “I’ve got you.”

With my back against the door Archer lowers himself to his knees in front of me. “Did I tell you how stunning you were tonight?” he asks as his large hands rub up my calves.

“I don’t think you did,’ I answer watching him move further up my legs.

He winks at me as his hands hit my knees. “You were the most beautiful girl in that gym tonight. When I saw you standing there in my favorite color everything and everyone vanished. All I could see was you.”

My knees quake as he skims over them heading further up my thighs. When his hand brushes over my panties a strangled cry escapes me.

“I can’t stand up much longer,” I admit to him. I lean the back of my head against the door shaking with lust.

“Then let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.” With one more light stroke over my panties Archers stands up and sweeps me into his arms carrying me over to his bed. “You’re so beautiful,” Archer whispers standing in front of me staring at me draped across the bed with my legs dangling off the side.

Archer falls to his knees again and I gasp when I feel his hands run up my legs. The slow movement of his hands as they touch every muscle in my leg is erotic. I bite my lip to stifle the moans.

“Let it out. I want to hear you scream my name. I’ve waited too long for you to deprive me of the sound of you letting go.” Archer’s desire drenched voice across my thighs is decadent.

Every move he makes is intensified against my skin just knowing it’s Archer doing it to me. The man I’ve dreamed about since I left him. My legs spread wider giving him more access to where I want him most.

“That’s my girl.”

“Please, Archer. I need you,” I beg not caring at all what I sound like as long as I get what I want.

Archer groans deep in his throat at my plea. His finger hooks into my drenched panties and yanks them to the side and he buries his face against me. A scream rips through me when his tongue circles my clit.

I grab onto Archer’s hair keeping him exactly where he is. He chuckles and the sound reverberates off my already sensitive skin. A finger enters me as his tongue continues to work its magic. Being deprived of Archer for so long it doesn’t take much for my release to explode around me. Not letting go of his hair I grind myself shamelessly into his face relishing the orgasm he provided me.

“That was so hot,” Archer announces. His face is glistening with my release. The smile he’s wearing has everything to do with male ego and lust. “Sit up,” he orders.

With shaking limbs I move to sit eager to please him. Archer moves in between my still parted legs and leans over me with a small inhale of my hair his hands work the zipper on the back of my dress. As the material begins to sag Archer pushes the straps off my shoulders allowing the dress to fall to my waist. I went sans bra tonight and Archer’s greedy assessment shows I chose correctly.

His tongue comes out and licks across his perfectly shaped lips. Remembering what those lips and that tongue just did to me cause me to shiver with excitement. Feeling bold at the passion on Archer’s face I stand letting the dress fall to the floor leaving me in black heels and lacy red panties.

“Perfect.” He utters as his hands trace my body.

“I want to see you too.”

In one of the sexiest moves I’ve ever seen Archer reaches behind him and pulls off his black shirt tossing it to the ground. My eyes are riveted to his hands as they unbutton his jeans and when he shucks them down his leg exposing the massive erection he had hidden in them I groan.

“Commando?”

“A man can hope.”

I giggle but stop when he encircles his hand around his large shaft. My mouth waters as I watch him stroke himself as he stares at me in front of him. Without taking my eyes off him I lay back down on the bed and pull off my panties. I spread my legs wide letting him see what he had just feasted on. Archer sucks in a breath and his hand stills as I let mine run over my wet folds.

“Damn, you are sexy,” Archer drawls as he retrieves a condom out of his jeans and crawls on top of me.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I tease.

When the tip nudges my opening all humor disappears. His lips crash down on mine and I claw at his back. The pain of knowing we can’t be together urges me on. This is a one time thing. I’m going back to New York and my life and Archers going to continue doing whatever it is he does. This is a reprieve, a reunion in every sense of the word, and the realization that this wasn’t long term spurs me on.

Archer plunges into me as we both cry out in pleasure. His thrusts are hard and fast just how I need him. My legs wrap around him, clinging to him as he pummels into me over and over again.

Our teeth and tongues clash together. My hand and fingernails dig into everywhere I can find. Our mouths separate only to latch onto another part of the body, sucking, and biting. Marking each other for the world to see who belongs to whom.

Bright lights flash behind my eyelids as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you.”

My eyes fly open locking on Archer. The veins on his neck are slightly raised and the power in his face is undeniable. Just watching him brings me over the edge he has led me to. I scream out but Archer is there swallowing my cries.

He continues to thrust into me. My body is wracked with pleasure and I move under him letting the pleasure pulse over me. I watch in fascination when Archer reaches his release. His jaw clenches and his movement becomes frantic and jerky. The feeling of him losing himself inside me brings an aftershock to my system that rocks me to the core.

Archer collapses next to me and pulls me to him. I snuggle into him breathing heavily and feeling completely sated.

“That was amazing,” I say running my hand up and down muscular abs.

“That was only round one.” Archer’s hand catches mine and pulls it down until I’m touching his growing shaft.