His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 228

Virginia tore her gaze away, fully intending to bid him goodnight and retreat to her own room, but he moved faster. Slamming his large hand against the wall behind her, he caged her completely between his broad body and the solid wall.

His dress shirt had two buttons undone, the collar falling open to reveal the sharp, masculine line of his collarbone.

"You..."

The second she opened her mouth to protest, he suddenly dipped his head down, capturing her lips in a featherlight, intoxicating brush.

She froze in pure shock. Raising her hands to shove him back, he instantly dropped his arm from the wall, his long fingers wrapping tightly around her slim waist and locking her against him.

In the next heartbeat, he deepened the kiss.

His lips moved slowly and softly, carrying a sweet hesitation that felt dangerously like a forbidden invitation.

She fluttered her eyes shut, completely forgetting to fight back as her small hands instinctively twisted into the fabric of his shirt.

Taking it as outright encouragement, Archer's searing hot fingertips pressed firmly into the dip of her spine through her thin silk pajamas, caressing her curves with a slow, agonizing heat.

The kiss grew feverish, their ragged breaths tangling together. The living room fell dead silent, leaving nothing but the frantic thumping of their hearts and the soft whimpers tumbling past her lips.

"...We can't."

Realizing that his large hands were beginning to wander dangerously lower, igniting a wild fire across her skin, Virginia violently shoved him back and ripped her mouth away.

Her voice was husky with desire, her chest heaving heavily as harsh reality flooded back into her senses.

Archer's eyes were pitch black with lust, his strong grip still anchored fiercely to her waist.

His Adam's apple bobbed thickly as his fingers dug into her skin one last desperate time before he finally let her go.

Her cheeks and ears burned a furious crimson. Refusing to meet his eye, she kept her head ducked and practically sprinted into her bedroom.

The door slammed shut.

With a sharp click, she locked it tightly from the inside.

Archer stood rooted in the living room for a painfully long time, waiting for the raging fire in his veins to finally burn out. Only when he was somewhat composed did he force himself to lie back down on the sofa.

...

Three days later, at the Cloudcrest Estate.

Helena Vanderbilt froze midway through a sip of tea the moment she saw the two of them walking through the door together.

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