Not only was he handsome as sin, but he was one of the sweetest people I’d ever met in my entire life.
“That sounds perfect.”
“Great,” he said, and rolled out of bed with a groan. He stretched his naked body, his muscles rippling with each of his movements while his massive cock hung limp between his legs.
How the fuck had that thing fit inside me?
I was tempted to lift up the blankets and check on my pussy, but I’d have time to do that later when Atlas wasn’t watching. You know, just to make sure everything was still intact.
He turned his back to me and walked toward the closet, giving me a perfect view of his ass. And holy shit, was it perfect. I was correct in my earlier assessment that you could bounce a quarter off that thing.
Atlas returned to the side of the bed dressed in a pair of basketball shorts that hung low on his hips, with a white tank top draped over his shoulder.
I stared at the muscular build of his body and clenched my thighs together tightly. I couldn’t possibly be getting turned on after the pounding I’d taken the night before. It should be illegal for one wolven to be so good at handing out orgasms.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he bent over and placed a delicate kiss on my forehead.
“My keys are in my bag on the island,” I said when he pulled away, his body swaying as his tail wagged happily behind him. A smile spread over my face. That fucking tail got me every time. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, sweet thing.” Atlas pulled on his tank top before turning on his heel and walking out of the room. I stifled a whine at the thought of him having to wear actual clothing in my presence. He was sheer perfection, and I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of ogling him.
As I hoisted myself to my feet and headed toward the bathroom, I was reminded of our conversation last night. I hated the fact that the opinions of one stupid ex could do so much damage to such a sweet guy. Atlas was something special. He deserved to be cherished and valued for who he was, not for the wolven someone else wanted him to be. His flaws, his imperfections—those were the things that made him unique.
I’d just finished washing my hands when Atlas snuck up behind me in the bathroom, making me jump. I hadn’t heard him coming.
“Atlas!” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. “You scared the shit out of me.” Super stealth must be a wolven talent or something.
He grabbed my hips, leaning over me until the fuzzy gray fur of his face tickled my ear. “I could look at your naked body all day long.”
My cheeks flushed as I glanced at our reflections in the mirror. We were so different, but there was something about us that fit. Something that worked.
Atlas trailed a claw down my side, stopping at the pinprick indents left on my hip the night before. “Did I hurt you, Tegan?” His warm breath tickled my neck, and his voice lowered an octave. “Did you like it?”
I moaned and leaned into him, not caring that every roll and imperfection was bared in the mirror for him to see. “Y-yes. I—I liked it.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine, and he tilted my head so that I was looking into his golden eyes. “Good.”
Atlas pressed his lips against mine and I opened for him, our tongues fluttering against each other, obviously unconcerned about morning breath.
“Shit,” he groaned as he pulled away. “The gym is looking less and less appealing by the minute.”
I laughed and reached for my workout clothes. “No way, buddy. You got me up and out of bed. We’re going to the gym.And,” I added, “I believe I was promised a coffee.”
But the fact that he’d even be tempted to skip the gym for me meant that he was open to change and undoing the damage his ex had done to him.
Sure, he could work out and focus on his diet. But it had to be on his terms. In a healthy way that wasn’t obsessive or overly restrictive. In a way that didn’t make him feel guilty.
We stood side by side at the double vanity and brushed our teeth. I caught Atlas sneaking glances at me every chance he got, his fluffy tail wagging from side to side.
We were so into each other that it was almost sickening. Yeah, it was soon. But sometimes fate intervenes in the form of ruined wedding cakes, and you just have to listen.
“The Busy Bean okay for coffee?” Atlas asked when we were loaded in his truck.
I grimaced slightly. “I mean, we can stop there, but expect Brian to mean mug the fuck out of you.”
He chuckled. “Why is that?”
“After the wedding, he stopped by the bakery and asked me if we were dating, and we weren’t yet so I told him no. He took that as an opportunity to ask me to go out with him sometime, and because I was interested in you, I told him I was too busy with the bakery to date.”
