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)
He leans in, pressing his forehead to mine. “How can I help?”
“Distract me.” I shrug, looking up at him. “Take my mind off everything.”
“I know just the thing.” He brushes his lips over my forehead before sliding out from under me. “Hop up on the bed. We’re going to have a movie day.”
I snuggle down into my spot, fluffing my pillow and pulling the covers up to my chin as he queues up some random comedy on his laptop.
“Is this okay?” He lifts the blanket, signaling he wants to join me under the covers.
My insides flip, but I nod. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
He doesn’t waste a second before sliding into bed beside me.
The warmth of his body next to mine is the best kind of comfort, and when he slips his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side, it feels like coming home.
My eyelids grow heavy as the movie plays, and before I know it, I’m fast asleep.
CHAPTER 19
ATLAS
Clarity teases the edge of my consciousness, leaving me somewhere between awake and asleep.
My bladder is telling me I need to get up, but my body is content to stay in this bed, with Nora curled around me, forever.
Her head is nestled perfectly into the crook of my neck with her arm thrown over my chest, her palm resting right over my heart. But it’s her legs all tangled up with mine that has me reluctant to leave.
Nora’s body molds to mine like we’re two halves of the same whole. It sounds sappy as fuck, but it’s true, and I love it.
The problem is, I’m hard as a rock, and she’s dangerously close to being woken up by my very hard dick.
It feels wrong, being turned on while she sleeps in my arms. I could play it off as simple biology, but it’s more than that. I’ve jerked off to thoughts of Nora more times than I can count in the short amount of time she’s been here.
Maybe that makes me a pervert, I don’t know. My feelings for her are so tangled up. To an outsider, our relationship—if we had one—seems wrong, but I know in my soul that she and I are so fucking right it’s not even funny.
I don’t know how I went from content to stay single to ready to put down roots in the blink of an eye, but somewhere along the way, I caught feelings.
She shifts against me, hitching her leg higher around my hips. She’s damn near straddling my thigh, and her pussy is way too close for comfort.
“Pip,” I whisper, brushing my fingertips over her shoulder. “You gotta roll over.”
Instead of rolling over, Nora ratchets up my torture by a lot as she slides her hand down from my chest to the waistband of my sweats. Her pinky finger is dangerously close to my dick, and I swear to God, it’s straining to rise up and meet her.
I know I could slip out of the bed. I could and I should. Unfortunately, my brain and body aren’t on the same page. Hell, they’re not even reading the same book.
My brain is shouting for me to be a gentleman, to hightail it out of the bed before something bad happens.
But my stupid, selfish body is warm and content and totally at peace.
Get your shit together, I scold myself, finally finding the willpower to move away from the little redheaded siren wrapped around me.
Only before I can, her hand slips down lower, and just like that, she’s palming my cock.
Fuck. Me.
“Nora,” I croak her name, trying with all my might to keep my body still. “You’ve gotta let me go.”
I should have bounced the second I woke up, but now she’s wrapped around me like an octopus, and I’m stuck.
She squeezes my dick, and even through my clothes, it sets me on fire. My hips buck involuntarily as a groan slips past my lips.
“Atlas?” she asks, her voice still thick with sleep.
“Yeah, Pip?” My voice sounds hoarse even to my own ears.
“I’m…touching you…” Her fingers give a little flex, as if to emphasize her words.
My throat bobs as I swallow. “You are.” Please don’t hate me…please don’t ever stop…
“You’re hard.” She scrapes her teeth over her lower lip as she looks up at me from beneath her long lashes.
“I am.” My cock pulses beneath her touch, as if it has a mind of its own.
Holy hell, how could I not be with Nora’s lithe little body pressed so snugly against mine?
“Does…does it hurt?” Her voice is this odd combination of curiosity and embarrassment. But she doesn’t need to be; she can ask me anything, any time.
“Nothing about your hand wrapped around my dick hurts, Nora.” I pinch my eyes shut and take a calming breath before looking at her. “If anything, it feels too good.”