“Or, how about the fact that I never touched a woman until last night?”
“Atlas.” Her eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack. I’ve never once felt for someone a fraction of what I feel for you so there was never any point. The idea of touching anyone else, even when I was younger, held zero appeal. But do you know what the most important thing to know about me is?”
“What?” Cora questions, digging her fingers into my sides. Her blue eyes look wary, as if she’s afraid of the answer.
Tilting her chin, I hold her blue gaze with mine. “I would do anything foryou. There is no boundary I wouldn’t cross. No hill I wouldn’t climb, or wall I wouldn’t destroy, so remember that the next time you think you don’t know anything about me. You are the only one whoknowsme,” I finish, slamming my lips to hers.
I inhale the gasp that leaves her mouth, and slide my tongue in, tasting her. I will never get enough of Cora. Letting go of her chin, I move my hand to her cheek, tilting her face to deepen the kiss.
If she thinks she can push me away, she’s wrong. As if to test my thoughts, she pulls back. “Atlas, stop. I have to get changed. They’re probably wondering what we’re doing.” She looks past me at the door.
“Let me help you, baby,” I offer, sliding my hands under her skirt. God, I love skirts; they’re perfect for what I want to do. Pulling at the waistband, I roll her tights down her smooth legs, kissing as I go. Resting on my knees, I pull her to the edge of the counter.
“Atlas, we can’t,” she whispers, attempting to close her legs as she casts furtive glances at the door.
“Oh, but we can,” I counter, pushing her hands to the side and wedging my shoulders in between her thighs. Hiking her skirt up, I lean forward and pull her underwear to the side. When I feel howwet she is, I almost take them the whole way off, but I know my girl isn’t very good at being quiet, and we have a shop on the other side of that door.
“Shhh, baby. Don’t make a sound. You wouldn’t want anyone to see me eating my pussy, would you?” I don’t wait for her response; I dive in. She’s so wet and warm, my dick screams against the outline of my zipper. I know he wants to play, but it’s not going to happen right now.
Swirling my tongue around her clit, I slide a finger into her pussy. She’s so tight, and I’m dying to sink back into her, but that will have to wait for later. Dropping down a bit, I lick her from back to front and listen to the cries coming from her. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to gag you,” I threaten, adding a second finger, curling them inside.
Her hands move to grab my hair, tugging at the roots. Grinning against her pussy, I slide my tongue into her to get a better taste and move my thumb to her clit. “You taste so good. So fucking perfect. So fuckingmine.” Dropping my lips back, I pull my fingers out and slam them back into her. “I need you to come, baby.”
Twisting my fingers, I rub against her G-spot and suck her clit into my mouth, running my tongue over it. When her pussy clamps down on my fingers, I know she’s close. Doubling down, I don’t have to wait long to be rewarded.
I watch as Cora’s chest rises and falls in quick gasps, her mouth open in a silent cry. She’s such a good girl, staying quiet for me. Stroking her lightly, I ease her down from her high. When her breathing returns to normal, I slide her underwear back into place.
“You did so good for me, Cora.” Kissing her neck, then moving up, I brush my lips against hers, swallowing her whimpers. I’ll never stop touching her, tasting her, or loving her. “I’ll try to get the ink off Noah while you get changed.”
Opening her eyes, Cora gives me a small smile. “It’s not permanent though, right?”
“No, it’s just a stencil from an airbrush kit. It’ll wash off in a few days,” I confirm.
“It’s fine. I can just see it under his uniform tomorrow.” She shakes her head.
“Maybe he can just layer up?”
Laughing, Cora rights her skirt and slides off the counter. Not quite ready to let go of her, I kiss her forehead and breathe her in. “Are you okay?”
She’s quiet for a moment but then nods. “Yeah. I will be. Thank you, Atlas.”
“For what?”
“For being you.” She sighs in contentment, grabbing her bag again and heading toward the bathroom.
For the first time in my life, someone thanked me, and it wasn’t because I did something for them; it was simply because of who I am. Looking at the door Cora just went through, I wonder if she’ll change her mind when she sees what I have planned for us.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cora
Pulling up to the soccer field in the morning, I grab Noah’s bag and water bottle for him. I asked him to layer up this morning, but he refused because he wanted to show Dane Kash’s handiwork.
“So, you’ve turned the kid into a punk, huh?” Mara jokes.
Rolling my eyes, I gently shove her. “You know that’s not true.”
