Page 21 of Big Dix

And as my lips touch his for the first time, he lifts my toes from the ground, and I have the sensation of flying.

I’m high on the reality of whose arms I’m in, whose lips hungrily kiss at mine, andholy shit! Atticus Dixon’s tongue is in my mouth!He kisses me so well, so thoroughly, my toes curl in my shoes, and my body coils tighter, threatening to explode in an orgasm from just this kiss.

My legs have a mind of their own as they begin to wrap around his hips like I’m a sloth and he’s the perfect branch to hump on—I mean, hang from. Glass shatters, and before I can pull my mouth from his to look, one of his hands is under my ass supporting me, as the other hand slides into my hair.

Did he drop the wine glass to grope me?

Holy shit!I have actual magical powers of seduction!

I still got it! Atticus is coming undone because of me!

Knowing that does shit to me. Mostly, it turns me on even more. Pride swells in my chest, and lust runs hot through my veins.

Right now, I don’t care if it’s a one-and-done. I don’t care if I seem overeager. Because Ineedthis. I need this moment, and maybe it’s superficial, but it is a heady sensation knowing that this famous athlete is just as much into me as I am into him.

His lips press harder against mine and he spins us, only stopping when my back bumps too hard against the wall.

“Ouch. Shit.” I pant into his mouth with pain radiating down my spine.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” His blue and green eyes flash concern, and damn it, that tugs at me in some hidden inner place. He moves me off the wall a bit so his hand can freely move to rub up and down my back. Tingles rush my system, and in a second, all my focus returns to my lady bits.

Backache forgotten, I grip a handful of short hair at the back of his head. “I’m fine. Shut up and kiss me.”

His chuckle gets cut off when I slam my mouth to his, a little too hard. Our teeth clack together, and we both break our kiss.

“Shit, I’m sorry. That wasn’t very graceful.”

Way to kill the moment, Evelyn.

“Shut up and kiss me.” He smiles, and so help me, it is so beautiful, my little black heart flutters.

Once again, his mouth is on mine, and it feels so good, so right. It’s as if our lips have performed this dance for a lifetime. His hand smooths up my side, his fingertips just grazing the underside of my breast. Then, it stops.

Damn it; I want more.

I shift in his grip, trying to coax that big hand to the sweet spot.

“You’re so fucking eager, aren’t you?” His sexy voice washes over me, and I half squirm, half hump him in anticipation of what’s to come.

Yes. Yes, I am.

“Jesus, you’re sexy when you’re coming undone like this,” he says, the tips of his fingers skimming my breast again.

I can’t take it anymore. My fingers scramble for purchase on the tiny metal buttons of his shirt while I kiss and hump him with renewed vigor. I can’t get these small ass buttons through the holes, and after a minute of struggling, a growl of annoyance escapes me.

“Hang on.” Atticus pushes me against the wall with his hips. We both moan when the new position pushes him against the apex of my thighs.Right there.

Not losing a beat, he yanks his shirt open. Buttons go flying, and it would be the hottest shit I’ve ever seen—Magic Atticus type shit, indeed—if a button hadn’t popped free and slammed right into my damn eye.

“Shit!” I shout, wincing from the sting, tears clouding my vision. I reach up to cover my eye over the top of the lace mask.

Are you kidding me with this? Are you freaking kidding?

“Damn, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Let me see it.”

His warm hand moves to cup mine and pull it away so that he can check out my bludgeoned eye, but I wince and swat away his touch.

“Stop, it hurts. Let me down, please. I need to go to the bathroom and look at it.”

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