Page 63 of The Drummer's Heart

Adrenaline rushed through me. Had he been awake this whole time? I gulped. “What are you talking about?”

He spoke against my back. “You’re masturbating…”

My chest rose and fell as I said nothing. Denying it would’ve been stupid. Admitting it would’ve been even more stupid.

“Did you forget I used to catch you doing that all the time? I know what it looks like. Did you think I wasn’t going to figure it out, with you moving your beautiful ass around in front of my cock for the past fifteen minutes? What warm-blooded man could sleep through that?”

I swallowed. “I really thought you were asleep.”

“Were you thinking about me?”

I said nothing.

“I’ll take no denial as a yes?”

I shut my eyes tightly, even more turned on now by the sound of his voice.

He moved in closer and spoke against my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “What did I tell you about not wearing underwear to bed? You haven’t listened to me once. I can see the shape of your ass right through those thin little pants every single night. It fucking drives me crazy.”

My breathing became heavier as I felt goose bumps form.

“You know how many times I’ve had to go to the bathroom to jerk off so I could fall asleep? Almost every damn night.” He spoke behind my ear. “But youlikedriving me crazy. Am I right?”

I pleaded the fifth.

“Once again, I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

Atticus wrapped his hand gently around my neck. I closed my eyes, and rather than moving away like I should have, I surrendered to the need building within me, pressing my backside into him.

“That’s it. Give me that beautiful ass.” He pressed his erection against my crack. “Fuck, Nicole. Now I know you’re trying to kill me.” He ground his massively hard cock against me. “You know how torturous it’s been to look down at your apple bottom every night, knowing I could be inside of it in three seconds? Knowing how damn good it always felt to fuck that beautiful ass?” He groaned. “You used to beg me to do it,” he rasped. “You’ve been torturing me every night. You better believe now I’m gonna tortureyou.”

“Atticus…” I begged, not even sure what the hell I was asking for. Did I want him to stop or keep going? I wasn’t sure.

“Go back to what you were doing,” he hissed. “Touch yourself. I want to help.”

Willing away all the voices of reason in my head, I resumed massaging my clit.

“I bet you’re nice and wet, aren’t you? You’re always so damn wet for me.”

As he pressed his cock harder against my backside, I felt it move. “Is this okay?”

Letting out an unintelligible sound, I nodded.

“You feel how fucking hard I am? I’m imagining sinking inside that wet pussy right now.”

My clit throbbed. “Mmm-hmm.”

“You know what I would give to be inside you right now?” He slid his dick up and down my ass crack. “My left nut. All my freaking money. Anything.”

Theneedto have him inside of me was almost too much to bear. I felt my orgasm threatening to rise to the surface.

He thrust his hips against me. “Feel me. Feel me right here. Feel what you do to me.”

I moved my fingers faster. My clit was so wet, I could no longer get a good grip with my fingertips.

I felt his hand on my inner thigh. “Can I?”

I nodded, not even understanding what he was asking, but it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, the answer was a resounding yes.

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