Page 36 of Keep You Close

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.

It was a tight, coiled sensation that took over my sex, core, then chest, neck, my arms and legs.

My entire body felt tense, poised for something.

My breath felt caught in my chest for a moment.

And then the waves of pleasure crashed through me, making me cry out, my whole body shuddering hard with the intensity that had me leaning into Atlas, and burying my face in his neck.

I felt like I was in a daze for a while afterward, finding a strange disconnect from my mind and body.

I came back to myself slowly, bits at a time.

Touch first, feeling the way Atlas’s hand was gently sifting through my hair.

Then the smell of him overwhelmed my senses.

After that, it was the sound of gunshots on the TV, mingled with the thump of my own heart, still frantic as a bird’s wings.

I saw nothing because my eyes stayed closed, enjoying the floating sensation in my chest.

But then, well, my stupid brain got involved.

Oh, God.

Why had I done that?

In general. Because I’d sworn off men.

But also, in particular, with Atlas?

This man I had to continue living with for the foreseeable future.

I mean, yes, on the one hand, I wanted him. I’d wanted him almost since the moment I’d seen him.

But it was too complicated.

Too sticky.

I was staying in his home. I had nowhere else to go. And he was stuck there until he recovered as well.

If things went sideways, what would happen?

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