Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
“Now you're getting it,” she murmurs, relaxing back into my embrace.
“Hang on tight,” I say as I band my arms beneath her ass and stand, holding her as close to me as her rounded belly will allow.
“So…” she draws out the word. “Would you consider this our first fight?”
“More of a disagreement, really.” I breathe the words against her neck, breathing in her sweet scent as I fumble down the hall.
“Shame.” She sticks out her tongue at me. “I was hoping we could make up.”
“Nora Morgan, are you asking me for makeup sex?” Honest to God, my brain damn near short circuits. I fucking love this bold, playful side of her.
“Maybe.” She tries burying her head in my chest, her cheeks undoubtedly strawberry red, but I'm not having it.
“You know what you need to do, Pip.” I set her down at the foot of our bed. “Look me in the eye and ask for what you want, like a good girl.”
“Yes, Atlas.” A shiver works its way through her as she peers up at me from beneath her lashes, her pupils blown wide. “I am asking you for makeup sex. I want you to show me exactly how sorry you are—preferably with your body.”
“Hot damn, Pip,” I groan, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. “Strip for me?”
“Are you asking or telling?” she asks coyly. The minx knows just what to say to rile me up.
“Asking. Always asking. When it comes to the two of us, you’re always in control, Pip. But you know that already, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know.” She grins and then captures her bottom lip between her teeth. “Sit down.”
My ass hits the bed like there's a magnet in it, my eyes never once leaving her. She starts slow, toeing off her thick socks before letting her hair down and running her fingers through it. Her long, coppery locks remind me of fire with the way the sun’s shining on her through the cracks in the blinds.
Then she pulls off my hoodie, leaving her in only a pair of my sweats. I have to clench my fists at my sides to keep from reaching for her, because while seeing her in my clothes is a sight I'll never grow tired of, seeing Nora naked is a damn near religious experience.
My girl’s pale, freckled perfection, and I can’t fucking wait to worship at her altar.
She hooks her thumbs beneath the waistband, tugging the fabric down ever so slightly, toying with me in the most delicious way.
“Take them off,” I growl, desperate to see how wet she already is for me. Because if I know Nora even a little, she's dripping. Her pregnancy hormones have her libido in hyperdrive, and like the idiot I am, I've been denying her since everything went down with Rand. “Show me that pretty pussy, Pip.”
Her cheeks burn my favorite shade of red as she tugs them down, baring herself to me. All I want is to lean forward and finish stripping her down.
Thankfully, she doesn’t draw out her sweet, teasing torture for long.
As soon as she’s bare before me, I give in to the temptation her naked body brings, dragging my lips over her lower belly as I breathe in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” I moan, my mouth already watering at the thought of tasting her.
“Atlas,” she whimpers, and it’s hands down the single most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I’m helpless but to give her what she wants—what we both want.
I pull her into me and flip us around, laying her out in the middle of the bed. She looks like a damn siren, with her wild hair, rosy cheeks, and lust-blown eyes.
“Spread your legs for me, Pip,” I command, leaning over her.
She complies with a breathy moan, parting her thighs for me and then hitching them up toward her chest, completely baring her slick pussy to me.
“Such a good girl,” I say as I settle myself between her legs and shoulder them wider before licking a path right up her center. “Tastes like fucking heaven.”
“Atlas.” My name is nothing more than a whine as she writhes against the sheets. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need.” I already know, but like always, I crave her words.
“Make me…” She squirms beneath me, desperately trying to create friction. “Feel good.”
I spread her lips with my thumbs, lick my way up her slit, and then draw her clit into my mouth, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, God,” she pants, twisting the sheets in her grasp as she bucks against me. “More!”
“You want more, Nora?” I sound more beast than man, but that’s what she does to me. She brings every baser instinct roaring to life.
“Please.” One word, and it’s somehow both a taunt and a plea. But I’ll never, ever leave my girl wanting, and I’ll never not rise to the occasion.