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)
There was nothing in the world then but the feel of him—his hard lines against my soft ones, the movement of his fingers inside of me—the taste of his lips on mine as he deepened the kiss, the scent of his cologne, subtle, yet intoxicating up this close.
“No,” I whimpered, when suddenly his fingers were sliding out of me, making me push back, watching him with confused eyes, wondering what I could have done wrong.
But as I watched, his hand lifted between us, his fingers slipping into his mouth, tasting me, making my belly tense with a different sort of desire. At seeing a man seeming to savor the taste of my desire. Which only seemed to intensify it until it was an actual pain I couldn’t ignore.
Finished, his hands went down, snagging the hem of my tee, then waiting a beat for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he drew the material up, exposing me inch by inch.
The chill in the room mingled with the heat inside of me, making my nipples harden into points as Atlas tossed the shirt away.
Finished with the task, his gaze moved down over me, and his breath exhaled with a hiss, his head shaking a bit. Almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing as his hands drifted up my belly to cup my breasts.
My head fell back as a soft moan escaped me. My eyes drifted closed as he held me, as he ran his palms over me. Then, as his thumbs found my nipples, and started to circle me.
“AJ,” Atlas called, voice soft. “Look at me,” he demanded, tone coaxing, not demanding, making my eyes open to find him watching me as his thumbs and forefingers started to roll my nipples.
The unexpected sensation had my hips jerking against him, changing their placement, so now I felt the proof of his desire pressing against me.
My hips were doing another rock against him before I could even think better of it, and the thick length of him pressing hard against me had a jolt of desire so strong moving through me that I had to focus to think past the idea of him sliding inside of me, filling me.
“Beautiful,” Atlas murmured, leaning in so his lips met the nape of my neck, making a delicious little shiver course through me.
His hands released my breasts, and I was overwhelmed by the disappointment for only a moment, until the feel of his lips and the tease of his tongue on my ear, neck, and collarbone created a different sort of pleasure.
His hands drifted down my back, sinking into my bare ass, and using it to grind me against him every once in a while. But not nearly enough.
Atlas’s hair tickled over my breasts as his lips moved down my chest, making a little shiver move through me as I found myself leaning backward, arching toward him.
He wasted no time, his face going between my breasts for a second, then shifting, and sucking my nipple into his mouth, dragging a loud moan out of me.
He teased me for what seemed like forever, sucking, tracing with his tongue, grazing with his teeth. Then moving across my chest to continue the sweet torment.
“Atlas,” I whimpered as he moved back up, his lips at my neck as his hands kept dragging me over him again and again.
“Hmm?” he murmured, the sound vibrating against my skin.
“I want…” I started, now shamelessly writhing against him, trying to get some relief from the clawing sensation inside.
“What do you want, baby?” he murmured, voice thick, and I could feel just how much he wanted it too. “Tell me,” he demanded softly as his lips pressed to the corner of my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I whispered, feeling my face getting hot, not used to talking during intimate moments.
“You have me,” he said, kissing the other side of my mouth.
“No, I…” I started, looking for the courage to say what I wanted, knowing I wouldn’t get it until I did. “I want you inside me,” I said.
His hips bucked up against me, his cock hitting my clit hard, dragging a loud moan out of me.
“Yeah, you do,” he said, his lips claiming mine.
His one arm anchored around my hips as he leaned forward, bending my back, making me grab him around the neck to not fall backward as he reached toward the coffee table.
His wallet had been tossed there, and I felt him fumble around with it for a moment, before finding what he was seeking, then coming back with me.
My own hands grew bolder then, moving over his shoulders, across his chest, then down his stomach, feeling him tense at the touch, his gaze burning bright as I grabbed the hem of his shirt, and started to draw it up.