Page 101 of Best Wrong Thing

He pushes up on his elbow and stares into my eyes as he tangles his fingers through my chaotic hair. “You want me inside you?”

“Yes.” I’m breathless and dizzy. I don’t want to wait until we’re home. I want to show him how much I need and want him.

He nuzzles and kisses my jaw. “If that’s what you want.”

“Do you want to top me?”

He chuckles. “Heck, yes, but only if you’re sure. You prefer to top, and that’s cool with me.”

“Prefer, yes. That doesn’t mean I never bottom. I want to, with you. I know you’ll take care of me.”

Archer moves his elbow and flops beside me. “How long has it been?”

“A while.”

“I’ll warm you up nice and slow. If you change your mind?—”

“I won’t.”

He smiles. “If you change your mind, tell me. We can pivot.”

He gets the lube and a condom and encourages me to shuffle up the bed with him so we’re spooning with our heads on the fluffy, cloud-like pillows, him behind me. He holds and kisses me for the longest time. Mostly my jaw, neck, and shoulders, but I turn my face so he can kiss my lips. My skin is grungy. We both stink. Yet I’m so turned on that even the slightest touch makes me tingle and groan. At this rate, I’ll come the second he touches my arsehole.

“I’ve missed being with you,” I whisper.

“Me too.”

Pop. He squeezes some lube onto his fingers and rubs them together to warm it up. I turn my face, desperate for him to kiss me, and slip my tongue into his mouth. He grazes the pad of his finger over my aching hole.

“Oh, fuck.” I suck in a breath.

“Nice?” He brushes his lips over my shoulder.

“Yes. Archer?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you chat me up that night at the bar?”

“Because you’re good-looking and sexy. I’m glad I did. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have got to know you. I’d never have found out how loving and kind you are. And I still think you’re hot.” He presses a little more firmly with his finger and pushes it inside me, past the tight ring of fluttering muscles, burying his finger deeper.

I suck in a breath and exhale slowly. “Fuuuck. That feels so good.” I tip my head against his shoulder, my body turning to jelly. “It’s never felt so good. Why?”

He works his finger back and forth. “I don’t know, but I’m glad you like it.”

I lick my lips and close my eyes. He continues to kiss my neck and warm up my arse with heart-wrenching tenderness. Why does it feel so good with him? Will it feel as wonderful once he’s got his cock inside me? What makes Archer different from the other guys I’ve bottomed for? I was attracted to them, physically at least. It’s so much more than that with Archer. Yes, I find him sexy, but I’m in love with all of him. Being close to him now is more than sex. We connect in a beautiful way that makes my heart tremble and my skin tingle.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Love you too. I’m going to add a second finger now, okay?”

“Yes.” I inhale, bracing myself.

When he puts two fingers inside me, it stings a little, but it passes quickly. The way he’s kissing me helps me relax utterly and completely.

“Oh, Archer.” I grind my hips against his hard, leaking cock. “I need you.”

“Not yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”