Page 71 of Claiming Atlas
After tonight, it won’t matter. I’ll move back to California, and he’ll jump back on the tour, and we’ll never see each other again.
All I will have of him are memories of these two nights of mind-blowing sex.
Mind-altering sex.
I giggle and he smiles.
Whoops.
“What’s so funny. Was I snoring?”
“Yes. But that’s not why I was laughing.”
He rolls onto his side and opens his eyes and I want to dive into those chocolatey pools. So much depth hides in those eyes. So much he doesn’t want people to see. “Why were you laughing? Was I drooling?” he asks. But he doesn’t wipe at his mouth, like he knows damn well he wasn’t drooling.
Guys this sexy probably never drool.
I, on the other hand...
“Hey.”
I meet his gaze.
“I asked you a question.” Atlas raises one eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?”
“Drool.”
He laughs. “Before that.”
I lick my lips. “Mind-altering sex.”
His lips twitch. “Mind-altering? Do you mean mind-blowing?”
I shake my head. “Oh, no, I definitely mean mind-altering.”
Atlas scoots closer, then runs his hand up my side, stopping just below the bottom curve of my breast. “Are you saying I’ve altered your mind with my skills?”
I snort. “Yes.” I lean forward and press a quick kiss to his lips. “It certainly wasn’t with your humility.”
He pushes me gently. “No one will ever say I’m a humble man.”
I laugh and nuzzle closer to him. “Humility is overrated.”
He nods. “Plus, I have a big cock.”
I nearly choke. “Jesus.”
“No. Close, but not quite saintly enough.” He traces the curve of my breast with his thumb. “Though I have heard ‘oh my God’ a time or two.”
“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes.
“Exactly.”
I laugh and snuggle against him, laying my head in the crook of his arm.
After a few long moments, he says, “Where’s home?”
I push up onto my elbows and look at him. “Why?”
