"Well, luckily I was done. All yours, Sunshine." Because holy hell, I needed to abort mission before I made a fool of myself. Again.
I tried to exit the shower, but he stopped me with a firm hand on the back of my neck. A surprised squeak escaped me as he yanked me backward, spinning me around under the shower spray and crushing his lips to mine.
Shock prevented me from kneeing him in the balls, then lust stopped me from pulling away. He kissed exactly the way I remembered. Full of dominance, passion, and desperate desire. It was the sort of kiss that simultaneously turned me to jelly and filled me with fire.
Eventually, I shoved him away, losing a few strands of hair in the process. My breathing was harsh and my lips burned with the heat of his kiss in the best possible way, but I glared death at him nonetheless.
"You can drop the act, Kate," he told me on a mocking laugh. "I know you want me. I think it's pretty fucking hard to deny how much I want you too." He quirked a brow, and I bit my lip to avoid taking the bait.
Pulling a lungful of air, I let it out with a low chuckle, stepping closer to him. My hard nipples brushed against his chest, and my fingers curled around the hard evidence in question, drawing a sharp inhale from Archer.
"Sunshine," I all but purred, letting all the lust and wanting he'd stirred up in me show in my eyes. "You want to fuck me now? After all those chances you’ve had, now you want to fuck me?" My fingers tightened around his shaft, and I gave him a slow stroke.
His breath hitched. "You know you want it too."
"That easy, huh? I know your dirty secret, and now there's nothing stopping you from going balls deep in my cunt." I leaned in closer still, rising up on my toes so my lips could brush against his. Teasing. "You forgot one thing, though."
A pained groan escaped his throat as I gave his cock another firm stroke. He was huge, no point in denying that, and my pussy was throbbing with heat just imagining how he'd feel filling me up.
"Oh yeah?" he replied, his tongue running over his lower lip. "What's that?"
I pressed forward, kissing him properly this time and feeling his dick swell in my hand. Sucker.
Breaking away, I brought my lips as close to his ear as I could reach.
"I don't fuck desperate, D'Ath. Finish yourself off." Releasing him, I gave him a small shove against the tiled wall and stepped out of the shower for real this time.
He must have been in shock because I managed to snag a towel and retreat all the way to my bedroom before the sound of his laughter echoed through my apartment. Fucking psychopath.
By the time he emerged, dressed in his clothes from the night before, I was already changed and ready to go, thanks to the drawer full of new underwear that Steele must have provided. I was also stepping up my asshole game just a little bit.
"What exactly are you doing?" Archer demanded, squinting at me like he was in physical pain. He had to raise his voice to be heard, so I just smiled back at him a moment longer before turning the blender off.
"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the blender."
He glared daggers. That hangover must really be kicking his ass. Or maybe he was sour about those blue balls.
"What the fuck are you making?" he asked, his voice underscored with a growl.
I looked at the blender that I'd just been cranking at high power. "Oh this? Absolutely nothing." I popped the lid off and dumped the crushed ice into my sink. "Ready to go?"
His glower said it all, and I didn't even bother hiding my smug smile. It wasn't my fault he was hungover, but I'd damn well make it more painful if I could. Because taking shots at each other, trading insults and cutting remarks, that was our safe place. Without that, I was terrified of where it left the two of us. After all the things he'd confessed...
Hell, he may not even remember half of those. Maybe they weren't even true.
I knew they were, though. Undeniably.
Throwing on my coat, I grabbed my phone, keys and wallet, then sat on the edge of my sofa to pull my calf-length boots on. I'd opted for a pair with a higher heel, knowing full fucking well I needed the height advantage today. Yet at the same time, I'd opted for a short woolen skirt with a flared hem. The weather had warmed up a bit, but not that much. My only reasoning was that it'd drive Archer nuts, and I was all for that.
Neither of us spoke on the way down to the lobby, but I shot off a text to Cass, letting him know I was leaving with Archer.
Stepping out into the street, I frowned as I looked around. "Where's your car?"
He cocked his head to the side, giving me an amused stare. "You thought I drove here with that much alcohol in my system, Princess? I'm reckless, not stupid." He started along the sidewalk. "Come on."
Thunder rumbled across the gray sky above us as I hurried to catch up with his long strides. Motherfucker was doing it deliberately, forcing me to take two steps to every one of his. Apparently I wasn't the only petty asshole this morning.
"Where are we going?" I asked, gritting my teeth to keep from cursing him out in the middle of the street. I was hungry and I needed coffee and, goddamn, I had a serious case of blue-ovaries. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed things so far with him in the shower, because as a result, I was all achy and needy, which made me an even bigger bitch than normal.
Archer just shot me a quick grin. That was going to take some getting used to, even when it was an evil sort of grin.
"You wanted breakfast, right? Well, then hurry up and quit your crying. We probably want to get there before this rain starts." He peered up at the sky without slowing his pace for even a moment, and I huffed my anger.
Two blocks later, he stopped abruptly in front of a nondescript diner and tugged the door open.
"After you, darling wife," he said, gesturing for me to enter ahead of him. I scowled, but did so anyway. My stomach was rumbling hard enough to hurt, so I'd probably have happily dined with the devil.
Maybe I was about to, anyway.
We took a seat in one of the window booths, and I eagerly scanned the menu. When I got this hungry, I wanted one of everything and could never make up my mind. It was a serious affliction.
Archer took the decision out of my hands, though, ordering me a tall stack of pancakes with syrup, ice cream, and caramelized bananas when the waitress came over to see us. He also ordered us coffee, which I knew would probably be his usual brand of swamp water.
"What the fuck was that?" I snapped when the waitress disappeared back into the kitchens. The diner was decently busy, being a Saturday morning, and I hated when people dragged wait staff into their domestic disputes. So I'd smiled politely when he ordered, but now I was going to poke his eye out with my fork.
Archer didn't look concerned, though. "You're a sugar addict," he informed me, like this was some big secret. "You would have ordered eggs or something dumb, then you'd sulk about it when my pancakes arrived. Quit acting so outraged, sweetheart, you secretly love that I pay enough attention to order for you."
I had nothing to say to that, so i just gritted my teeth and stared out the window at the storm rolling in. I loved storms, especially when the rain turned into torrential downpours. They calmed me, easing tension with every droplet on the ground or flash of lightning across the sky.