The Atlee who woke up today is more than willing to do whatever it takes to make this shit happen.
Which is why I step forward so that our bodies touch. His strong, big one pressed up against mine. Looking forward, the only thing I can see is his chest. The one he held me against when he came to save me. Rolling my lips together, I lift my head, my eyes meeting his. What I see there is enough to make my heart pound. It’s full of interest, desire, and something darker. Something I’m not willing to think about too much, because I’ve heard things about the Nelson brothers.
Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck, digging my fingers into his hair. I hold him to me as I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
He groans in the back of his throat, standing there like a statue, and I’m about to lose my nerve when he inhales deeply and slips his arms around my waist. Pulling back, he leans down,dropping his forehead to mine. “Do you know what you’re doing here, Atlee?”
Closing my eyes, I nod before using my tongue to collect his taste off my lips. “Yeah.”
“You’ve had a rough twenty-four hours. You think this is a good idea?” His deep voice causes goose bumps to pop up over my arms.
“Might not be a good idea, Devlin, but it’s what I need.” I open my eyes and look into his.
The dark depths flare with passion and intensity. His hand leaves my waist, moving down to cup the curve of my ass. “I’ll always give you what you need, Atlee. All you have to do is ask. But I’m definitely gonna need you to ask, especially after what happened last night.”
Asking has been hard for me, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I want this. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. “Devlin?” I start. “Make me forget what happened. Make me feel safe again. Please?”
Just like that, he palms my ass, lifting me up, and walks me over to his bed. When he tosses me down, I know he’s about to wreck me for any other man that might come after him.
TWO
DEVLIN
Atlee Walsh isthe hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time. Since the moment I met her, she’s had me intrigued. Little did I think anything like this would be happening right now, though. My conscience is screaming at me that I shouldn’t be taking advantage of the situation, but my body is saying I should give her exactly what she’s asking for.
Once I get us over to the bed, I toss her down and cover her body with mine. She’s smaller than other women I’ve previously been with. It doesn’t mean I wanted them more than I wanted her, but I’m slightly terrified I might crush her with the weight of my body.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” she says, her light eyes looking into mine.
There’s a part of me that wants to listen to her. There’s another part that wants to take and own. It wants to give her every single thing I’ve needed for myself. “I’ll take you however I can get you, Atlee. I’ve been obsessed with you since the first time we met.”
“Have you?” she questions, her legs coming up to my hips.
I grunt in the back of my throat. “How in the hell have you not been able to tell?”
She shoves her hand through my hair, tugging so that our faces are millimeters apart. I feel all of it in my cock. It jumps against the zipper on my jeans, crowding into the space between my body and the clothing.
“No one’s ever been obsessed with me before.” She shrugs. “I thought you were just trying to be nice.”
A chuckle works its way out of my throat. “Trust me, I’m not nice to anyone, but…” I trail my finger along her jawline and down her throat, hooking my finger in her T-shirt, yanking it to expose her chest. “I might be nice to you.” Dipping my head down, I take her lips with mine, tangling our tongues together.
Our hands travel each other’s bodies, mapping the terrain over our clothing. My fingers are punishing against the globes of her ass as I cup the material of her jeans and pull her closer to me. Ripping my lips from hers, I suck in a breath. “Atlee, you’re sure about this, right?”
“Don’t fuckin’ ask me again,” she says, reaching down to take the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head.
I move back to give her enough room to throw the shirt to the side. My gaze takes in her flat stomach and stacked tits held up by the lace of her bra. My hands bracket her waist before meeting in the middle and unbuttoning the clasp of her jeans. Pulling down the material, I take it off the end of her feet and toss it to the side, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Atlee. This smooth skin, tight tits, and stomach that flares into these hips? Why do you hide this?”
She runs her gaze down my body. “Same reason you hide what I imagine is a very fit body behind your clothes too. Because you don’t want people to look at you like you’re a piece of meat.”
“If it were you…” I reach up to yank my T-shirt over the back of my head and throw it on top of hers. “I’d let you look at me like a piece of meat any day of the week.”
Her nostrils flare as her gaze travels down my chest and ab muscles, taking in the ink that I started getting the night before I joined the military. I’ve added to it over the years, sometimes things that mean something to me, others that don’t. She licks her lips. “Are you going to take those jeans off?”
The tension between us is thick, and my heart is pounding a rhythm against my chest, my cock pulsing as I think about what’s going to happen once I get these jeans off and there’s very little between us. “Once these come off, I’m not going to be able to stop myself when it comes to you.”
“Good. I’m waiting on you, Devlin.”
