“Yes!” she lightly shouts. “This! Hanging out with Noah, taking him to school, dropping things off, building the shelves… dinner, just any of it. I don’t need you to do those things. I never asked you to do those things.”
A part of me wants to be hurt right now, but I know she’s panicking. “And?”
“What do you mean,and?”
“I mean, and why does any of that matter?” Closing the distance between us, I grab her chin and force her eyes to mine. She looks so sad and unsure that it hurts my chest. “I’ll tell you why; it’s because it doesn’t.”
“Atlas, Noah is?—”
“Asleep. It doesn’t matter that you never asked me to do those things, because I want to do them. Ineededto do them. You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“That you’re it for me, Cora. You’re mine. Whatever you need, want, or desire, I’ll make it happen. For youandNoah. I may not be a billionaire or in the Mafia like some of the guys in the books you read, but, baby, I’m so much better.” Lowering my head, I whisper in her ear, “I get to touch you.”
Moving my hand, I tilt her head to the side, giving me access to her neck. Grazing my lips on the skin between her chin and collarbone, I take notice of how her breath hitches.
“I get to put my lips here,” I murmur, then, moving to the other side, I taste her skin. “And here.” Lowering my hand, I take hers andmove it to my lips, locking eyes with hers as I kiss her fingertips. “And here. There are so many places I can touch you.”
Lifting Cora, I put her on the countertop and situate myself between her legs. “Do you want to know where else I can touch you, Firefly?”
She gasps but holds my gaze. Cora searches my eyes and must see the truth of my words. She gives me a slight nod, and I’m taking that as a green light. There’s no going back.
Pulling her lips to mine, I show her what she’s afraid to believe. She lets out a small squeak of surprise, and I swallow the sound. If she won’t believe my words, I’ll have to show her with my actions.
Tangling my hands in her soft hair, I let out a groan. Her body feels so good pressed against mine, and with her sitting on the countertop, I have her at the perfect level. Releasing my hands from her hair, I trail them to her waist and pull her flush against me. I need more. I need her closer.
Pulling my lips, I trail kisses down her neck, paying attention to the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. She makes so many beautiful noises when I touch her. Cora threads her fingers through my hair, holding me in place. I’d give anything to feel her hands on other places of my body but tonight is for her. Her soft sighs are music to my ears.
“Cora,” I groan her name, and pull back to take in her face. Her skin is flushed, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. When her eyes snap open and find mine, the blue that’s normally so light is dark with lust. “There she is,” I murmur, then lower my head to capture her lips again. Her hands go right back to my hair, and I slide my hands to the skin at her waistband. She’s so fucking soft. Her skin is like velvet, and I want to wrap myself in it.
Moving my hands slowly up her stomach, I take in the way her breath hitches. Good. She’s as affected by me as I am by her. Seizing the opening, I tangle my tongue with hers and raise my hands to graze under her chest. She sucks in a breath, and I don’t fight the smilethat splits my face.
“You feel so good, Cora. Your skin is so fucking soft.”
“Atlas,” she whines.
“I know, baby. I’m going to make you feel good. Can I do that, Cora? Can I make you feel good?” I ask as I kiss my way up her neck. My hands cup her breasts under the sweater, and when I feel the lace of her bra, I want to throw the damn thing across the room, but I hold back, barely.
Feeling her nod, I take what I want. Gliding my hands over the lace, I squeeze one breast, then the other. Running my thumb over her nipples, I swallow down her cries. I want all of her sounds. They’re mine.
“Do you like that, Cora? Do you like it when I touch you?”
I need her to admit it. I want the words. She’s unsure of us, but I need to know she’s just as in this as I am. I’m so far gone for her, I’d wait forever for her to get there. Her body knows who controls it, turns it on, but her brain needs to catch up.
Pulling back, her gaze meets mine, and she nods.
“No, baby.” I thumb my finger over her chest. “I want your words.”
“Yes.” She lets out a breathy sigh. “I like how you touch me.Please,” she begs, her body pushing against mine. I can feel her heat through her pants against me.
“If you like this, then you’ll love what comes next.”
Moving to unbutton her jeans, I tap her leg. “Lift for me, baby.”
Cora complies easily, and I slide her pants down her body. Starting at her ankles, I run my hands up her body until I reach her lace-clad bottom. She’s so soft and warm everywhere. Taking a step back, I move my touch to where I know she needs it. Watching her, I push aside her damp panties and trace my finger up her slit. Pride roars through me when I feel how soaked she is. “Is this for me, Cora? Do I make you feel needy?”
“Yes.” She nods, dragging her bottom lip into her mouth, and stifles a moan. Smashing my lips to hers, I inhale her cries. Circling my thumb over her clit, I insert a finger into her warm, wet pussy. Fuckme, she’s tight. I don’t deserve her, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop.
