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But no, not anymore.
Not when I want todevourthis woman, to savor every part of her. From what I discovered last night, she tastes like licorice and honey.
It’s already fucking constant, this addiction to Winnie Emberly, the way my hands still ache to touch her even when she’s right in front of me.
It’s hot need, pure and simple.
I pinch her nipple as she moans, low and demanding.
Another thing I love—she knows what she wants in bed, and it’s sexy as hell.
She doesn’t wait for me to initiate, either. She goes for what she wants.
Her long legs wrap around mine and she grinds against me again, teasing me.
Growling, I push my fingers against the nub of flesh between her legs, already soaked, and press.
She gasps.
She’s so wet for me I instantly lose my mind.
Always so ready.
Fuck, I could slip inside her right now and I’d fit like heaven because she wants it that bad.
“Archer,” she whispers.
This shit is unhealthy.
It’s honestlysickhow much I love it when she moans my name like a prayer. I’m addicted, and I slip my fingers inside her, catching her moan in my mouth, when I hear footsteps.
Not coming to the room, no, but plodding around downstairs.
Loud voices, young and adolescent, just on the cusp of puberty rattling them to lower octaves. Colt’s voice is slowly getting deeper, but Evans has that rasping, nasal quality of a voice always about to break.
Shit.
I remove my hand from her at the same time she rolls away, her eyes wide.
“Colt,” she mouths.
Double shit.
What now?
He shouldn’t know we slept together.
With my other hookups, I was careful to a fault, never letting any of my flings intersect with his life. He doesn’t know I see women, and that’s how it should stay.
Especially because this thing with Winnie is—
Shit, I don’t know what this thing with heris.
All I know is I want her more than my morning coffee, which is sacrosanct. The day doesn’t start before coffee strong enough to strip paint pries my eyes open.
Raking a hand through my hair, I ponder what to do.
“I’ll go downstairs and start breakfast,” I tell her. “Wait a little to make sure the coast is clear.”