Page 117 of Chandelier Sin
So much time had been wasted on that pitiful existence.
Still, Atticus’ reputation wasn’t exactly flattering. Seducing housewives and letting them see how good it could be.
“You do this a lot?” I held my breath for the answer.
“Make love to women who break in?” He arched a brow.
“I’m one of many?”
“One of a kind,” he reassured me.
A quick answer that would have any other woman believing there was a chance of more.
“I need you.” I cupped his balls.
“You most certainly have me.”
“I don’t want you to hate me.”
“That’s not the Eve I know. Where’s my haughty vixen? The one I met in the wine cellar?”
“The one who wanted to dothisto you?” I reached for him again and brought him back into my mouth, curling my fingers aroundhis cock and twisting my hand with unrelenting swiftness, a piston to bring him closer.
“Eve, stop, please.”
I broke away. “You asked me what I needed. I need this. You, in my hand and inside me.”
“You come first,” he said quietly, fingers trailing along my cheek. “These are my rules.”
“But—”
“Obey.” He leaned over and placed his hands beneath my arms, lifting me so I stood before him.
A quirk of a grin appeared on his devastatingly gorgeous face.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined breaking into his place would go—not in the least. This felt more like a reward.
Gently, he nudged me backward until I met the bed, then kept pushing until I tumbled onto his duvet.
“Nice,” I said, amused at the firmness.
“You should feel my thread count.”
I burst out laughing, reaching down to touch it. “I approve.”
“I know your standards are high.”
“Atticus,” I said breathlessly, “take me like one of your submissives.”
His expression changed, morphing into something unreadable. “The first time I saw you, this was what I needed to say, but didn’t.”
That time in the cellar when our chemistry sizzled and the air itself nearly ignited.
“What did you want to say?” I tried to read him.
“This.” He leaned low and took my foot in his mouth, suckling on my toe. His eyes locked on mine suggestively, the pressure of his mouth and tongue sending a thrill through me.
He glided upward, planting kisses along my calves, my knees, and then upward along my thighs, causing my skin to tingle. His focus was on my belly now, upward along my abdomen until he reached my breasts, only he ignored them and threaded his fingersthrough mine, suckling on each one, then moved to my chest and throat where I shivered from his attention.
