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I startle as he slides the s’more between my parted lips. It’s cooled now, but I don’t care. It’s perfect.
“Good?” he asks, his eyes blazing hotter than the fire behind us.
“So good.” I lick my lips, chasing after any errant crumbs.
“You missed some.” He swipes his thumb over the corner of my mouth, coming away with a smudge of melted chocolate. I watch, enraptured, as he licks it clean.
“Atlas.” His name is a breathy whisper, as I press my forehead to his. “Kiss me.”
Desire pricks my skin as he skims his calloused fingers over my heated cheeks until he’s cradling my jaw and tipping my head just so.
For a long moment, we just exist, our bodies fused together as we share the same air. He’s never teased me like this before, and as much as it shocks me, I can’t say I hate it.
Not with how my entire body feels like a live wire, anticipation, desire, and a mustard-seed-sized grain of fear all mingling together inside of me, setting me on edge.
I’m restless and aching. “I need you.”
Those three words break his resolve, and hefinallytraces his tongue ever so slightly over my lips. “Open for me, Pip,” he growls, wrapping one arm around my waist to haul me closer.
He’s every bit as affected as I am, if the hardness pressing into my thigh is anything to go by.
I can’t tell if it’s the fire or the way Atlas is kissing me like his life depends on it that has me feeling so hot, but either way, I welcome the burn. I relish every brush of his tongue against mine.
But something deep inside me wants more.I need more.
“Touch me,” I beg, rolling my hips against him.
Atlas drags his lips away from mine, kissing down my jaw to my neck. “Where?” he asks, his voice cool silk against my fevered flesh.
“Everywhere.”
“Here?” He slides both of his hands beneath the thick material of my sweater, palming my belly.
I nod, roll my neck, and then shake my head back and forth. I want to feel him everywhere, all at once.I can’t just say that, though, can I?
He grins. “Giving me mixed signals, Pip. You’re the one in charge here. You want more, then you have to tell me. Want me to stop—tell me. You’re calling the shots.”
“I…” I swallow roughly, trying with all my might to banish my embarrassment.This is Atlas. He loves me, he’s safe, and he’s never once laughed at me.“I want you to… I want to feel you everywhere.”
“Everywhere, huh?” Humor paints his words as he reaches one hand around to cup my butt and the other up to my breast.
I shiver as he drags his thumb over my sensitive nipple, burying my face in his neck.
“Like this?” He brings his lips to my neck, licking and sucking, making my eyes roll back in my head.
Who knew something so simple could feel so… good?
“More, Atlas.”
He pinches my nipple, and then soothes away the sting with the pad of his thumb. It’s the perfect mix of pleasure and pain—which shocks me, because I’ve never associated the two together before now.
I arch into him, desperate for more. I want his mouth on me, and mine on him. I want to taste the salt of his skin and make him shudder and quake with pleasure.
“I still need more. I want to feel you. With nothing between us.”
“Fuck, Nora.” He slants his lips back over mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.
But then, just as quick as it started, he’s pulling away. I whimper at the loss of his touch, but he just grins.
