Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Chocolate,” she said, immediately reaching for one of the giant brownies, then pulling one of my blankets over her, and settling in as I turned on the movie.
It wasn’t long until she started to relax, humming and singing along quietly, then glancing over at me to gauge my reaction.
I wouldn’t say musicals were my thing, but it was actually a decent movie with a love story that wasn’t sickeningly sweet.
When it was done, I went ahead and loaded up her second favorite as she continued to plow through a ton of the desserts.
I only picked at some, aware of how inactive my body was in this healing journey, and not wanting to have a ton of weight to burn off when I was mobile again.
At some point, she must have started to doze off, because the next thing I knew, as I was watching Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant talk circles around each other, her head fell gently onto my shoulder.
Little by little, she leaned into me as she fell deeper into sleep.
There was a strange as fuck tightening sensation in my chest as my arm slid around her, curling her closer.
I’d never had an urge so strong to pick up someone and carry them to bed before as I did right then. And, of course, it was the one time it was physically impossible for me to do so.
Eventually, she shifted herself so her legs draped over mine, and I had to have a talk with my body about not reacting to her.
She nuzzled into my neck and I couldn’t seem to talk myself out of reaching up to remove her hair from her claw clip, feeling the silky strands move over my hand.
I couldn’t tell you how long she rested against me, but the movie finished and a regular channel came back on, playing some action movie I’d been meaning to watch for ages. But I couldn’t seem to focus on it.
Not with her so close.
So fucking tempting.
But then there was a scene in the movie full of bullets and then, finally, an explosion, that had AJ shocking awake.
The problem was… the position of her head on my shoulder.
Which meant when she shot up, her head whacked under my jaw, knocking my teeth together, sending pain shooting up my temples.
“Ow. Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry,” she said, eyes huge as she shifted up onto one knee, the other halfway over my lap. Her hand moved to my jaw, framing my face.
I don’t know.
I just lost all my control, I guess.
My fingers dug into her hip, pushing until she moved fully over me, straddling me.
Her breath sucked in as her lips parted.
And there was just no way for me to fight it anymore.
My hand lifted, grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her forward, and sealing my lips to hers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
AJ
I honestly don’t know how it happened.
One moment, there was a noise that had me snapping awake, and there was pain slamming through my skull as I collided with something I quickly realized was Atlas’s jaw.
The next, his hand was guiding me to move over and straddle him. And his hand was lifting, slipping behind my neck, and his lips were on mine.
I’d been fantasizing about it almost since he appeared in the living room. I’d imagined it happening a hundred different ways.
Yet this still somehow caught me by surprise.
In the best way possible.
It wasn’t soft or sweet.
His lips were firm and hungry, nearly bruising into mine as his fingers flexed into the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our chests were pressed together, dragging a little moan out of me, thanks to the sudden sensitivity in my breasts.
A rumbling sound moved through Atlas at my reaction, the vibration of it moving through my chest and into my core.
Despite myself, my hips dropped down onto his lap, to find him already hard and straining against his slacks, pressing right against where I was needing him most.
Atlas’s tongue traced the seam of my lips, and they parted for him. He wasted no time, his tongue slipping inside to tease over mine.
A little whimper escaped me as my hips rocked instinctively, making his hardness press against me.
Atlas’s hand slipped from my neck, sliding down my spine, and settling on my ass. It was a movement that seemed to encourage me on, so I let my hips do another grind against his hardness, this time making a little shudder move through me.
Atlas leaned forward, his lips pressing into my neck, creating more little fireworks.
“That’s it,” Atlas murmured, his voice thick. “Ride me,” he demanded, making my belly flip-flop.
Then his lips were on mine again, and all my inhibitions flew out of my body as I did as he said, as I started to ride him, his lips muffling my moans as that aching sensation low in my core started to grow and spread.