Page 78 of Rebel Hawke

His brows drop low, his gaze moving to the box. “I thought you’d say that, which is why I got you that gift. If you’re not going to let me touch you and get you off, then you’re at least going to let me watch you get yourself off.”

Heat rushes over my cheeks, and I glance down at the gift again. “No, I can’t…”

Atlas climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me to take my face in his palms, brushing his thumb along my jaw reverently. “You can. Now, get undressed and lie on the bed.”

My body vibrates, anticipating the answer to the question sitting on the tip of my tongue. “What are you going to do?”

He smirks again, that classic Atlas look that would melt any woman’s panties, especially any who has experienced what being with him is truly like. “Watch the show.”

Oh, God…

His next kiss is hard and deep, an encouragement and assurance, and then he slides back off the bed and walks over to the low leather chair in the corner of the room. He tugs it to the end of the bed and slowly sits, his cock straining against the front of his jeans.

Fuck, he’s serious.

He really wants me to do this.

And he wants to watch.

Holy shit.

Sweat breaks out across every part of my body, and my hand shakes as I reach into the box and pull out the vibrator, almost as big as Atlas himself.

All sorts of buttons line one side, but I’m not even sure what they do or whatIshould be doing.

“Atlas, I don’t know what—”

He raises a brow as he reclines in the chair. “I have no doubt you know how to get yourself off, Little Bird. Start with your fingers, then use that. We’ll figure it out.”

Jesus.

The look in his eyes, that same feral energy he had the other night when he fucked me into oblivion.

I knew my no-sex rule was going to be difficult for both of us, but I never imagined it would lead to this. Though, I probably should have seen it coming. There was no way I was going to stop him from touching me for three months.

No way in hell.

Not when I crave it so much. Cravehimso much.

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze softening. “Look at me, Little Bird.”

I lift my eyes to meet his fully.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Watching you get off is my favorite thing in the world.”

His compliment makes my heart skip a beat, and I inhale deeply and let it out slowly, trying to stop my chest from constricting before it starts.

“Okay…”

Giving in to Atlas again.

It seems I don’t have any power where this man is concerned. No power to say no to him, at least.

He returns to his more relaxed position, watching me as I set the box on the mattress next to me, then slowly shift up onto my knees and reach for the hem of my T-shirt.

His eyes follow every movement, and as I pull it up and over my head and toss it to the floor beside the bed, a low rumble of approval reaches me. A darkened, hooded gaze immediately drops to my cleavage spilling out of the top of my bra. The look of approval there urges me to continue, and I reach back and unhook it, letting the straps slide down my arms.

Atlas shifts in the chair, like he’s getting uncomfortable.

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