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)
“Nora?” Atlas calls my name as he enters the bedroom, but I don’t reply. I want him to come find me.
He knocks on the bathroom door and I have to bite my lower lip to stay quiet. It’s silly—I want him to join me, but I’m too scared to come right out and ask.
“You good, Pip?”
Maggie and I have been working on me being more assertive—on not being afraid to ask for what I want. And so, I suck in a calming breath and then say, “Actually, I need your help…”
The seconds creep by as I wait for him to open the door, but finally he does. “What do you need?” he asks, his voice deliciously low. I swear, just the sound of it sends a rush of warmth through me.
“You,” I whisper, halfway wondering if he can even hear me over the water. Or maybe it’s the sound of my own heartbeat whooshing in my ears.
“What was that?”
I flex my fingers at my side, debating whether or not I can go through with this.
No. I refuse to allow fear to win. He wants me, and I want him. It’s as simple as that.
I reach out and grip the edge of the shower curtain, tugging it open, baring myself to him, wet and naked. “I said I needed you.”
He swallows hard as he takes me in. His pupils are blown wide with desire and his jaw tics. “And how exactly do you need me, Nora?” He takes a step closer, and then another, until his feet are flush with the tub wall. “Tell me.”
The cold air causes me to shiver and I try to cover myself, but Atlas is right there, stopping me. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m not.” I duck my head, knowing that a part of me is. “It’s cold.”
He smirks. “The sooner you tell me what you need, the quicker we can warm you up.”
“I want you to join me,” I say, knowing full and well my entire body is glowing red with embarrassment. “I can’t stop thinking about last night…”
Atlas looks torn, but at the sight of my pouting lower lip, his resolve breaks.
He shucks off his sweats and steps into the shower, tugging the curtain closed before crowding me against the cool tile wall.
“What about last night?” he asks, skimming his nose along the sensitive skin of my throat.
I shiver against him—this time with need. “All of it. The way you made me feel.”
“How did I make you feel?” He scrapes his teeth lightly over my collarbone before kissing away the sting. “Tell me. You know how much I love your words.”
“Like I was floating… and flying… and falling…” I sigh as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. “All at once.”
He moves his mouth lower, sliding his lips over my sternum.
My back arches involuntarily, thrusting my chest into his face, but Atlas just rolls with it, skating his hands up and over my belly until he’s cupping my breasts. “Such perfect fucking tits.” He jiggles them ever so slightly before sealing his lips around my right nipple.
He sucks hard and I gasp, a desperate moan lodged in my throat.
“Oh, God, Atlas…”
“You like that?” he asks, his lips brush my nipple with every word.
“So much, but…” I trail off as he moves to my other breast, flicking his tongue against the tip before drawing the hardened bud into his mouth.
“But what?” he asks. His ability to multitask sure is something.
“More,” I beg shamelessly. “I still want more.”
“Are you sore, pretty girl?”
“Only a little.” I twine my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “Please, Atlas. Touch me and make me feel good.”
He brings his mouth up to mine, ghosting his lips over my own before sinking to his knees in front of me. “Stand under the spray,” he orders.
“What are you doing?” I ask, moving directly under the stream of water. My body warms instantly, but I feel bad. He has to be freezing.
“I’m going to eat your pussy…” He leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of my mound. “Until you’re delirious with pleasure and screaming my name.”
“Atlas,” I exhale his name as anticipation zips through me.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Pip.”
The second my palms make contact, he’s on me, licking a long stripe up my center.
Instinctually, I try to clamp my thighs shut, but Atlas isn’t having it. He growls and positions my left foot to rest on the lip of the tub. “I wanna taste you, Nora. Wanna drown in your flavor.”
His filthy words send fire racing through me, and the rapid swipes of his tongue may as well be kerosene.
He licks and sucks at me, focusing on everything except where I need him the most. He’s teasing me, driving my need for him higher and higher, until finally, I can’t take it anymore.