Chapter Thirty-One Archer #3
Remi opened her eyes, a slow blink heavy with pure lust, the green of her irises sharp with need. “I’m yours.”
The pull back from her body was slow, so much slower than I thought I was capable of, but God, I wanted to feel every second, every breath, every fucking inch and sear it in my brain. Remi shifted underneath me when I didn’t move right away, wiggling her hips in a way that made me clench my teeth.
My fingers dug into her skin as I held her in place, the breath snagging in her throat when I gave her a soft, teasing kiss. “Mine,” I growled against her lips.
The next thrust was brutal—sharp and fast as I buried myself to the hilt. Remi’s shocked gasp cut off on a whimper when I did it again.
And again.
It was better than good. Better than perfect. This woman was made for me, and by some miracle, I seemed to be made for her.
As I worked myself between her legs in long, rolling strokes that made her moan, sweat building at my hairline, I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life.
Home.
She was my home.
When I couldn’t push hard enough, when I couldn’t go deep enough, I sat back on my haunches between her spread legs and hitched her higher, my hands around her thighs to hold her in place, snapping my hips between hers, fucking her so hard that her breasts bounced on each decisive snap.
Remi was pulled taut, her entire body tight like a bowstring, and she gripped my hands where they held her thighs, her teeth clenched as she tossed her head back and moaned my name. I wanted to hear it every day. In every way she could say it.
Wanted to hear her say my name on a sigh when I took her sweet and slow in the dark.
Wanted to hear her moan it in frustration when I teased her until she broke.
Wanted to hear her beg until I gave us both what we needed.
Her. I needed her.
My hands trembled at the enormity of what we were doing, so I pressed them tighter against her soft skin.
Suddenly, I was too far away. I wanted her skin on mine, I wanted to suck the sweat from her chest and feel the quiver in her stomach when she exploded. I wanted her lips on mine. For the rest of my life.
I wanted to marry her.
Wanted to watch her walk down the aisle and thank my lucky stars that life had put this woman in my path, no matter how many mistakes had to be made on the way or what we’d had to endure to get there. It was worth it, just for this. Just for her.
I wanted to see her round with our child. Wanted to grow our family and see her belly lush and her breasts full.
A groan tore out of my chest, my body falling over hers at the thought.
One lifetime of loving Remi Sinclair might not be enough.
I’d beg the stars for more.
Remi clutched at my back, and I took her mouth in a ferocious kiss that sent my pulse sky-high. The pleasure was so high, so sharp, it felt like a razor blade dragging over my spine while I waited for her to go first.
I slid my hand between us and found the spot that made her shake. My thumb moved in tight circles, and on a particularly hard thrust, Remi broke on a choked gasp.
It rolled out, low and slow, gripping me with a brutal fist that made me half stupid. Remi orgasmed with her entire fucking body, and I kissed her through it while I chased my own.
It barreled down my legs first, a splitting sensation that bled warm through my body as I tipped my chin up and groaned her name.
I collapsed on top of her, gathering her close to my chest as we both caught our breath.
Remi cradled my jaw and kissed me again, her tongue brushing mine softly, and I smiled as she pulled back and gave me a dazed look. “We just had sex on your family room floor.”
“Number eight, baby.” I kissed her again. “It was always gonna be a good one.”
Remi laughed, tucking herself against my chest. “I suppose it was.”
“Can we move to the bed now?” I asked. “This is killing my knees.”
She clucked her tongue in faux sympathy. “Rough life, Evans. I’m not sure I feel sorry for you.”
I lifted her slightly so I could smack her on the ass. “You shouldn’t. But if you want date number nine in the next hour, I need some hydration and a mattress.”
Remi rolled over, giving me a glorious view of her backside as she got on her feet. I wedged my hands behind my head and watched her unabashedly. She picked up her underwear and stepped into it, smirking at whatever she saw on my face.
“Not a bad view from down here,” I murmured, sliding my hand up her calf, circling her ankle with my fingers. “Maybe the bed is overrated.”
She motioned for me to stand, and I did with a groan. When I stood over her, my hands skimming her hips, her chin tilted in invitation, and I obliged happily, sliding a soft kiss over her waiting lips.
“Please tell me you have a big bathtub back there.”
I spoke against her lips. “The biggest.”
She shivered. “God, I made such a good life choice with you.”
“Want to get in? I’ll wash your hair if you want.”
Remi arched an eyebrow. “And go to bed with wet hair? You have no idea what you’re asking for in the morning.”
I slid my hands into all that glorious red hair, tipping her head back as I worked my fingers to the roots. “I’ll dry it.”
Her eyes heated. “Oh, keep talking, buddy.”
I smoothed my hands down the lithe line of her back, ending with my palms on her backside. “Yeah? That do it for you?”
As I walked her backward toward the bedroom, toward the very big bedroom and very big bathtub, she hummed. “Let me show you how much in about three minutes.”
I dipped, sweeping my arm under her legs and banding the other behind her back as I lifted her easily. “Three minutes?” I said with mock disapproval. “I need a little more time than that. Bath first.”
Remi bit down on her bottom lip, a devious grin pulling at the edges of her mouth as she toyed with the hair on the back of my neck. “You’re saying you don’t want me on my knees showing you my gratitude?”
I snatched her mouth in a hot, fast kiss, growling as I pulled away. “Putting that image in my head when I’m trying to take care of you. What a naughty girl.”
The bathroom was dark, but I stopped by the switch to flip on the lights over the vanity. Her eyes glazed over as they locked on the bathtub. I wasn’t sure she’d sighed that decadently when my hand was between her legs. “Oh, I take it back. Everything can wait until after we use that.”
I switched directions, heading toward the bedroom instead. “Never mind.”
“What?” Remi kicked her feet, trying to get down with a laugh. “I want that bathtub.”
I tossed her onto the middle of the bed, and she let out a breathless giggle that made my chest fucking twist. “I told you I was going to take care of you,” I said, dragging her to the edge of the bed and then dropping to my knees. “Will you let me do that?”
Remi braced herself on her elbows and stared down at me with her heart in her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I will.”