Page 104 of Any Second Now
What alien creature has taken over my body? I don’t know, but I don’t want to be Raleigh Hayes any more. Or Raleigh Ford, or Raleigh Monroe. I just want to be whoever this is. Someone who is passionate. A lover.
Who just so happens to be with the hottest, sweetest man ever.
A man who, it turns out, is a huge softie on the inside.
A man who hugs my chicken. Makes me coffee. Brings me gifts all the time.
Atticus.
This guy.
The man who called me his girlfriend to my ex-husband.
I can’t even begin to process that.
I roll my lips onto the tip of his cock and take as much of it in my mouth as I can. It reaches the back of my throat and I almost gag. Atticus moans and buries his hands in my hair, setting the pace of my sucking.
I’m having a really hard time thinking about leaving. Or notleaving. Or anything. And I think he’s just as fucked up about this whole thing as I am.
His cock hitting the back of my throat means I can’t think about my ex-husband or my job or anything that isn’t this. That isn’t making Atticus Knox lose control.
I’ve never known it like this with any other man—neither of my exes had caused desire to pool between my legs while I went down on them.
Atticus gently but firmly slides my mouth off of his cock and then stands, pulling me up with him and tugging his shorts up.
“Let’s take our time, Raleigh.” His voice is a husky whisper and I can only nod.
I almost ask him not to say my name. Because I don’t want to be Raleigh anymore.
At least not tonight.
I don’t want to be taken advantage of by my ex-husband.
I don’t want to feel bad about talking to him or not talking to him or about liking hanging out with Atticus or about more than liking hanging out with Atticus.
Because this is definitely more than like.
I don’t want to go any further down that line of thinking.
Atticus tugs my shirt up and over my head, his heated eyes only leaving mine for a split second when the fabric is over my face. He leans down and kisses my shoulders, my neck, and the soft, sensitive spot at the base of my throat. His hands work to unhook my bra and he deftly slides it off my body, moving to cover my breasts with long, slow tongue swipes and kisses.
I close my eyes and grip his shoulders.
My heart is breaking because I’m afraid this is the beginning of goodbye. This whole summer was a long goodbye. We started something that we can’t finish. That we’re not capable of finishing because of space and time and who we are as people.
Atticus reaches down and pushes my shorts and underwear down over my hips, his mouth on mine as he strips me naked.When he’s done, he leans over and picks me up in his arms. I can’t help but giggle.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to make you smile.” Atticus turns and heads down his hallway, carrying my naked body to his bedroom.
“Well, it worked.”
In his room, he deposits me on his bed, where I watch him strip down, starting by removing his t-shirt with one swipe of his hand behind his neck, ending with a quick ditch of his shorts and boxer briefs. Then he’s on me, kissing every inch of my skin, his mouth making its way down my abdomen until it’s between my legs, sucking on my clit and making me cry out in pleasure. The man is painting me with his tongue, and every nerve on my body responds to his artistry.
When he knows I’m close, Atticus moves his mouth back to mine and kisses me as he teases my entrance with his incredibly hard cock. Finally, he’s inside me, thrusting inside with long, slow, maddening moves.
“Atticus,” I whisper into his neck when I can hardly take it anymore.
