His pulse kicked up a notch, falling into sync with his throbbing cock. He needed to pull away. To back the fuck up before lust consumed him.
But he couldn’t take his gaze off her face.
Her cool fingers slid to the side of his neck as she drew her thigh over his hips to straddle him. Air rushed from his lungs. He brought his hands to her thighs and wished like hell she had less clothing on.
She pinned her hands to the pillow next to his head. “Is this okay?” she asked hesitantly.
He glided his palms over her hips and to her waist. “It’s fucking perfect.”
A shy smile played at her mouth. He wanted to see more of her, to turn on the bedside lamp, but he also didn’t want to stop. Moonlight would have to do.
She swept her tongue over her bottom lip, her mouth so close to his he could take her if he wanted. If she wanted.
Every muscle in his body was wound tighter than a metal coil. His blood pressure hit a dangerous level, his veins ready to burst with need.
If he didn’t get her naked, he’d go into cardiac arrest. “Molly,” he ground out, needing some kind of green light.
She brought her lips to his, featherlight.
Her scent—vanilla and cinnamon—flooded his nostrils, teasing him. Desire muddled his brain. Now was their last chance to back out.
He tucked her hair behind her ear. “You need to tell me what you want, honey. I can’t guess right now.”
She chuckled. “Am I leaving room for guesswork? Because that’s not my intention.”
He smiled despite the ache in his balls. “How ’bout you talk to me like I’m stupid so there’s no misunderstanding.”
She snorted. “Oh geez. Sounds like you’re interested.” She began to inch away.
He caught her waist before she could spill off his lap. “Hang on a damn minute. You’re forgetting how I found you just last night. How hurt you were—still are. And now look what just happened. It’s not that I don’t want you, Mol. It’s that I want to make sure you’re in this for the right reasons.”
Her eyes grew large, and if the lighting were better, he was sure he’d find them glassy. “I feel safe with you, Atlas. If there’s one thing I’ve learned these last couple of weeks, it’s that I should never take time for granted.”
His heart wrenched. “If that’s what you need right now, to feel something, I’ve got you.”
“Please,” she whispered, her voice small.
And goddammit, the last of his restraint snapped. He sat up, bringing their bellies together, her legs still draped over his lap. He lifted the T-shirt—his—that she wore over her head.
Her long locks fell over her shoulders and cascaded around her pert, high breasts. He cupped the supple flesh, and her pink nipples grew taut. He swept his thumb over one of the pebble-hard tips, stirring a moan from her lips.
Molly dropped back her head, and he drank in every luscious curve. Lowering his face, he pulled her nipple between his lips. Her breath came out in fast pants. He licked from one breast to the other and she jerked, her hand shooting to grab his neck, holding him in place.
Christ, he needed more.
Shifting to the side, he lowered her to the mattress. She stared up at him, her lips trembling and her eyes heavy-lidded. He hooked his fingers in her joggers and tugged them down.
Black lace panties covered her sex. His mouth watered. Jesus, he’d never wanted a woman so badly in his life. He tossed the joggers to the floor and spread his hands on her knees, easing them open.
Her legs quivered. He wanted her sleek thighs latched on to him, his cock buried in her sex. He could almost smell her musky heat, and his brain fizzled with hunger.
“You next,” she said, kicking gently at his pants.
“If I get naked, this is gonna end way too fast.”
She flashed a salacious grin. “I won’t complain.”
Shifting to lie between her thighs, he nuzzled her abdomen. “I will.”
