Made to be His ( The Archer Family 1)

She didn't dare to question him again. Slowly, she pulled the hem of her panties down until they were at her ankles and stepped from them, one leg at a time.

"Now you?" she asked.

With a smile, he shook his head. "Lay down."

The huskiness was rougher now, coated with the edge that she'd thought only existed in women's fantasies.

There was no hesitation, now, though. Only the sole desire to please, and she lay on the grass just outside the pitcher's mound. Her back arched against the cold lawn, but the shock of the chill was quickly overshadowed by the warm feel of huge, masculine palms on her knees, spreading them apart until she was completely exposed to him.

For another torturous minute, he said nothing. He only stared at her, his gaze moving from her hard nipples to her core. When she was sure she couldn't stand the anticipation anymore, he finally said, "I was right. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

God, this man was a study in extremes. It was like he was testing her, pushing her to the edge of pleasure, moving her farther, pushing her limits until he found the point where she was sure to explode.

And when his lips met her center, she was sure he'd found the tipping point.

His tongue lapped her slowly, carefully, and he groaned low in his throat, like she was the most delicious thing to have ever crossed his lips.

"Oh, God." Her breath caught and he flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking against it, teasing her in all the most amazing ways.

Guys had gone down on her before, but never like this. With Logan, it was like he'd been given something he'd been waiting for all his life. So enthusiastic, so sure of every stroke and lick. Whatever it was he wanted, she was going to give it to him. This, and so much more.

The only thing that could have made it better was if she could see the skin of his shoulders, of his toned forearms, as her gripped the insides of her thighs and pleasured her.

"I want to see you," she said.

He pulled away from her for a moment and she wanted to groan her disappointment. "How about this. I'll take off one piece of clothing every time I get you to scream."

"I don't scream," she argued.

"Tonight you do. And don't fake it. I can tell."

And like that, he fell to his work again and her back arched against him. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, gripping the grass for support as his tongue pulsed inside her, filling her with the most delicious fissions of pleasure she'd ever experienced.

The pressure was building steadily, like a river about to overflow, and her body shook with the need to control the surge. Moving back up to her clit, his tongue played with her before his hand snaked over her stomach and tweaked her pebbled, pink nipple.

"Oh, God," she cried it out this time, louder than she'd intended, and she could feel him smile against her.

"That's one," he said, pulling away and tugging his shirt overhead. "You've got more in you than that."

She'd expected him to dip between her thighs again, but he surprised her. Instead, he dropped soft, sultry kisses over her nipples, dragging his nails along the underside of her breasts until she felt the tension rising in her again. It was an exercise in torture. He'd kiss her slowly at first, then harder, sucking and nibbling until her body writhed beneath him, and he'd pull away again. She wanted to cry and beg and plead.

Most of all, she wanted to come. She wanted to fuck him until she couldn't remember her own name. She wanted him to feel some modicum of all his delicious torture. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

And she was just about to say as much, to demand that she feel him, when he dipped a finger inside of her and all of her thoughts ceased to exist.

The cry escaped her lips without her consent, and stars burst in front of her vision like fireworks on the Fourth of July. She'd wanted this for so long, but all she wanted was more. She rocked against his touch for a moment, but he pulled away and stood, finally tugging off the jeans that had been taunting her for the eternity she'd been waiting here.

Just the boxers left.

"If I scream now, will you take those off?" she asked.

He smiled, but dropped to his knees in reply, pulsing a finger inside of her again until her entire body shook with the effort. She wanted to break apart in his hands, to lose all semblance of control. The thrusts were gentle at first, then faster, more forceful. At last, his lips dropped to her center again and he sucked against her, pushing her so close to the brink that she could see the edge of the cliff.

So close, so close...

"Please," she begged. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed him. Needed to come, needed to feel him deep and hard inside of her.

"Sounds like number three." He pulled away as regret and tension washed over her in equal measure.