Page 30 of Atlas
“Atlas Hart, come here or I will pull you here by your nipple piercings.” My hands instinctively shield my nipples, and I wince at the thought as I cautiously make my way back to her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I discreetly adjust myself before looking at her.
“Okay Lauren, I’m here, now what?” At my words, I watch as her eyes narrow and her mouth purses.
“Don’t.” She warns, and I raise a brow.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t call me Lauren. You are trying to poke me because you’re upset and you want to fight. Stop it.” How dare she be absolutely correct and rational right now? I don’t need logic. I need her to scream at me.
“No, I’m trying to find out the names of the assholes that hurt you. And then after I beat them all, you and I are going to have a long talk about your taste in men.”
“Atlas.” Her tone is warning. I’m going too far and I know it, but I can’t stop myself. She is right, I am poking her to fight because I have no one else. I have no one else to throw these emotions I’m feeling at. So turning them into anger, into a fight, that seems to be the most logical choice.
“I’m just saying–”
“Well, stop!” She snaps and glares at me. “I’m not fighting you, so whatever you say, whatever remark you are about to make, to try and light a fire under me, it’s not going to work. You and I both know that in the next day or two, you are going to feel shitty for doing it, so stop now.”
I clench my jaw as I stare into her chocolate eyes. She’s so pretty. Even annoyed, hair all messy and smudged make-up under her eyes, she steals my breath. “I’m sorry.” I whisper without realizing it.
Ren lets out a long breath before giving me a short nod. She then, holy shit, she’s crawling on her hands and knees over to me, god DAMN IT.
“Listen,” She sits next to me on her knees and places a hand on my bare shoulder, if she thinks I’m going to be able to listen to a fucking thing she says to me while she’s likethis, I’m about to disappoint the fuck out of her. Her touch is fire and ice at the same time, and it’s sending chills all over my body. I want to both move away and press into it. I want her and I want to run, and FUCK this fucking boner just keeps going.
“Atlas, I don’t know what’s going on, but I am here for you, alright? I’m not going to fight you though. You are a good, kind, sweet man that does so much for me. You just cried into my chest.” She gestures to the wet spot on her tank top. Fucking. God. Damn. It.
Do not do it. DO NOT look at her nip–
“I care about you.” Her words stop my perverted thoughts and when her hand moves to my cheek, I’m completely and utterly consumed.
I stare at her lips briefly before putting my hand on the back of her neck. I know I need to ask her first, though every part of me is screaming to claim her. “I really want to kiss you.” I breathe out my desperate plea, our lips only inches apart. I watch as she rolls her lips into her mouth before popping them back out.
“I really want you to kiss me.”
Sounds like a green light to me. My lips are on hers in an instant. She gasps against my mouth and I take full advantage, slipping my tongue inside her delicious mouth, earning the most sensual moan that goes straight to my already throbbing cock. Her tongue slips, twists and battles against mine before slipping into my mouth and I growl in pleasure as she presses herself closer to me. I grip her thighs, under her ass cheeks and amabout to lift her onto my lap when she presses her hand to my chest.
“Easy tiger,” she laughs uncomfortably. “You might hurt yourself lift–”
I shut her up by kissing her again and because I’m fucking tired of her talking about herself the way she does, I grip her and put her on my lap before gripping her ass cheeks in each of my hands and standing up.
“Atlas!” She cries out and wraps her hands around my neck. “P-put me down! You’re going to drop me or hurt yourself.” I walk her up to a wall and press her against it. She likes it. She is scared and unsure, I see that. But there is a spark of excitement in her eyes as well and, even though I know she will deny it, I felt her rocking her hips ever so slightly against me.
I slide my hand up her neck, my thumb running across her bottom lip. “Now, what did you say?” I whisper out while raising a brow at her. She runs her hands down my chest and I hiss when her fingertips run over my nipples.
“Sorry!” She jerks her hand away. “Does it hurt?”
I blink and shake my head. “F-Fuck no.” I moan as I lean in to claim her mouth once more, my fingers gripping her thighs in a way I am sure will leave marks in the morning. I press my erection against her center and I feel her loosening body become stiff once more..
“What’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back. The look of lust is gone, replaced by…fear, maybe?
Ren tries to shake her head and force the look off her face. She reaches to kiss me again, but I pull back before she is able to.
“Nope, not until you talk to me. What are you thinking?”
Wincing, Ren looks away as if she is ashamed, “I’m…I can’t…I mean if you want–”
I place her on her feet and grab her chin to make her look at me. “Look at me, pretty girl.” Ren slowly shifts her gaze to meetmine and the watery sheen in her eyes breaks me. “Baby, we are not doing anything tonight, and I am not doing anything with you that you don’t want. You got it? There is no pressure here. Whatever you want, you got it?”
I watch her chew on her bottom lip nervously before nodding. “Can…” She looks over towards her bed. “I liked laying with you, like we were.”
