Page 42 of Rebel Hawke

She lifts her shoulders to allow me to pull it up and off, freeing her breasts.

Jesus Christ, she’s beautiful.

High, pert nipples stand at attention, making my mouth water to taste them. I drop my head and suck one between my lips. She groans and tunnels her hands in my hair, arching her hips against mine, pinning my cock between us.

“Oh, God, Atlas…”

My name from her lips is a prayer, one I didn’t know I needed to hear so badly until the day she walked back into my life. But now, I can’t imagine not having it fill my ears every night for as long as I breathe and walk this Earth.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I have never done commitment, never committed to more than a few nights with any one woman, and that’s the way I’ve always liked it. But with Wren, I know it can’t be that way.

It never could be.

Wren isn’t a one-and-done.

There is no getting this need for her out of my system.

This is a lifelong addiction that started when I was a child and has only grown stronger with the years and miles between us.

And for some reason, I’m abso-fucking-lutely okay with it as long as I have Wren in my life and in my arms.

WREN

Just like hedoes his opponents in the ring, Atlas overwhelms me.

The brush of his lips against mine and over my heated skin…

His rough, calloused palms grazing along my arm and my side…

His scent invading every breath, which become harder and harder to take…

Each swipe of his tongue…

Every suck and pull at my sensitive flesh…

All of it starts a warm rush through my body I’ve only ever felt at my own hand.

So close.

He releases my nipple from his mouth, and before I can protest, he shifts to give the other one the same attention. A direct line to that sweet spot between my legs. Every time he tugs at the stiff peak with his lips or flicks it with his tongue, my hips bow and pleasure courses through me.

Christ.

Atlas might make me come solely by doing this.

It would be a true miracle. But this man already has me soaked and desperate, and he’s barely touched me. If anyone can finally make it happen, it will be him.

The anticipation of what he will do next makes me vibrate underneath his hard body until he finally releases me again and drags his head back. Blue eyes swimming with lust meet mine, and for the first time, I don’t question why he’s with me or why this is happening.

It’s crystal clear in his gaze.

The desire.

The longing.

The sheer, almost feral hunger.

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