Page 63 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“Being Melody’s dad is the best thing I’ve ever done. But it’s a lot of work, and I’m committed to it. And I wouldn’t just bring someone into her life unless I was certain about it. So my life works the way it is, at least for now.”
I nodded. “You two have a good thing going.”
“Yeah, she’s the best.” He cleared his throat. “And if you wake up tomorrow morning and you feel like we crossed a line, just know that you are calling the shots. So if this was a one-and-done, you just send me a text, and I won’t push you, Winnie.”
“I will not wake up and feel that way, but thanks for saying that. It was—a first for me,” I whispered.
His face paled. “What was a first?”
I chuckled. “Relax. Obviously, I’ve made out with a man before. I just meant that the ending was a first.”
He leaned closer, his fingers finding my chin as he tipped my face up to look at him. “You’ve never come before?”
“Not with a man,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat. “I say that like I’ve been with a lot of men. I’ve only been with Jaden, and it wasn’t great. It was fast and one-sided. That’s probably why I started writing romance, because I craved something more.”
His gaze softened. “It should never be one-sided. You take whatever you need from me, Winnie.”
“I might take you up on that.” I waggled my brows. I fought the urge to crawl onto his lap and kiss him again. I needed to be cautious, though, because Archer Chadwick was the kind of man you wouldn’t want to kiss just once.
I knew that deep in my soul.
I stood up abruptly. “Okay, I should probably get some sleep. Thanks for—the midnight kiss and orgasm.”
He laughed. “Anytime. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Sweet dreams, Archie,” I said as I walked toward my room.
And when I got to the door and stepped inside, I turned around to find his eyes still on me.
I held his stare for a few beats before closing the door.
I was in so much trouble.
seventeen
. . .
Archer
Sunday dinnerat my aunt and uncle’s house was something we’d been doing since I was a kid.
My parents lived next door to my aunt Ellie and uncle Keaton, in the home I’d grown up in.
We were all eating dinner around the big farm table, and I glanced over at Winnie, who’d quickly become a member of the family. Everyone adored her.
Me included.
We’d made out like teenagers last night, and there hadn’t been any awkwardness this morning.
I’d gotten off to thoughts of her in the shower again, because having Winnie rub up against me while my mouth claimed hers was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
“You okay, honey?” my mom asked, looking at me with concern from across the table, and I realized everyone was staring at me.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about my nanny dry-humping me while I was sitting at Sunday dinner.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course. What did I miss?” I shrugged.
Bridger laughed. “The entire conversation.”
