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“What was that?”

I flex my fingers at my side, debating whether or not I can go through with this.

No. I refuse to allow fear to win. He wants me, and I want him. It’s as simple as that.

I reach out and grip the edge of the shower curtain, tugging it open, baring myself to him, wet and naked. “I said I needed you.”

He swallows hard as he takes me in. His pupils are blown wide with desire and his jaw tics. “And how exactly do you need me, Nora?” He takes a step closer, and then another, until his feet are flush with the tub wall. “Tell me.”

The cold air causes me to shiver and I try to cover myself, but Atlas is right there, stopping me. “Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m not.” I duck my head, knowing that a part of me is. “It’s cold.”

He smirks. “The sooner you tell me what you need, the quicker we can warm you up.”

“I want you to join me,” I say, knowing full and well my entire body is glowing red with embarrassment. “I can’t stop thinking about last night…”

Atlas looks torn, but at the sight of my pouting lower lip, his resolve breaks.

He shucks off his sweats and steps into the shower, tugging the curtain closed before crowding me against the cool tile wall.

“What about last night?” he asks, skimming his nose along the sensitive skin of my throat.

I shiver against him—this time with need. “All of it. The way you made me feel.”

“How did I make you feel?” He scrapes his teeth lightly over my collarbone before kissing away the sting. “Tell me. You know how much I love your words.”

“Like I was floating… and flying… and falling…” I sigh as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. “All at once.”

He moves his mouth lower, sliding his lips over my sternum.

My back arches involuntarily, thrusting my chest into his face, but Atlas just rolls with it, skating his hands up and over my belly until he’s cupping my breasts. “Such perfect fucking tits.” He jiggles them ever so slightly before sealing his lips around my right nipple.

He sucks hard and I gasp, a desperate moan lodged in my throat.

“Oh, God, Atlas…”

“You like that?” he asks, his lips brush my nipple with every word.

“So much, but…” I trail off as he moves to my other breast, flicking his tongue against the tip before drawing the hardened bud into his mouth.

“But what?” he asks. His ability to multitask sure is something.

“More,” I beg shamelessly. “I still want more.”

“Are you sore, pretty girl?”

“Only a little.” I twine my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “Please, Atlas. Touch me and make me feel good.”

He brings his mouth up to mine, ghosting his lips over my own before sinking to his knees in front of me. “Stand under the spray,” he orders.

“What are you doing?” I ask, moving directly under the stream of water. My body warms instantly, but I feel bad. He has to be freezing.

“I’m going to eat your pussy…” He leans forward and presses a kiss to the top of my mound. “Until you’re delirious with pleasure and screaming my name.”

“Atlas,” I exhale his name as anticipation zips through me.

“Put your hands on my shoulders, Pip.”

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