Sworn to Be His ( The Archer Family 3)

There was a pause, just the slightest moment of silence, and then her body responded before her mind had a chance to. She met him quickly until her chest was flush with his and her aching nipples pressed against the hard planes of his abs.

He met hers hungrily, devouring every last ounce of her insecurity.

"I want you," she said. " I want you right now."

"I'm right here." His lips were only a millimeter from hers, and his warm breath fanned against her cheek tempting her to kiss him. This, she knew, was the point of no return. Whatever they'd done the night before it would be nothing compared to this. If he took her now, there was no turning back.

She'd be his.

But somehow at the moment that didn't scare her. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but him. All she had to do was close the space between their lips.

But she didn't.

Instead, she sank to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear until his cock sprang out, hard and thick and ready for her.

He stumbled back, then whispered her name. Not as a warning or in surprise, though, but like a reverence.

Still on her knees, she guided him back into a chair and once he was settled against the cushions, she took him in her hand and worked up and down, watching the tick of his jaw as she pleasured him. She studied the way he jerked as she pleasured him with her hand, the way his eyes dilated as he took her in, waiting for more.

And he'd have it. In time.

"I want to see you. All of you," he said.

"You will, but first..." She didn't know how to finish, so she figured she’d let her actions do the talking.

Gripping the base of his shaft, she closed her lips over his sensitized head and swirled her tongue around the tip, catching the bead of precum already leaking from the top. A gentle moan, and she swallowed it, then took him deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat.

"Jesus, Jade." He closed his eyes and she stared up at him wishing she taken his shirt off so she could see the rippling of his muscles as he moved lower into the chair.

With one lazy hand, he raised his fingers between the strands of her blond hair and tugged gently. She worked him up and down over and over again. Pulling away, she laved him with her tongue until he let out a tortured little groan and she sucked him again, harder and deeper.

"Let me see you." It was less a plea than a command, but she ignored it all the same until at last he leaned forward and jerked her shirt over her head.

"I need you," he rasped, and another thrill shot through her at the words.

"Let me—" She tried, but he was done indulging her. He pushed her back into the floor, then pulled her pants off with quick decisiveness before pulling off his own shirt.

For an instant, she simply stared up at him. His tense muscles, the hard plane of his stomach, the square ruggedness of his jaw. This wasn't the face of her best friend any longer.

This was the face of her lover, and as he sank onto the floor, bracing himself above her, she knew that she'd made the right decision.

Chapter 8

Jade breathed deep as she rolled over, her arm still tucked under Derrick's head. She wasn't sure where to look, what to say.

Good job?

Thanks for the good time?

Everything she could possibly think of sounded wrong or dumb or just...strange.

Still, she opened her mouth, hoping that whatever came out would help break down this invisible wall of anxiety she'd built between them.

And then her pager sang out from where she'd left it discarded in her puddle of clothes.

Seconds later, the trill of Derrick's beeper joined hers and they both rushed to them, reading the call quickly before throwing on their clothes as quickly as they could.

"A murder," he said. "Think it has anything to do with Scaglietti?"