Page 46 of Claiming Atlas

“Take off your sweater.”

I meet his gaze and do what he says. I’m back to autopilot and Atlas holds the controls.

“It should be a sin for you to ever wear clothes. You know that, right?”

I don’t know what to say.

“Step into the tub.”

I look up at him and shake my head. “You’re freezing.”

“I was in here by myself.” He grins, and I almost fall for it, almost join him in that arctic bath of booze.

“Nope. I’m not getting in there.”

He steps to the edge of the tub and reaches for me, but I back up before he can grab me. He smiles mischievously, then steps over the edge. Champagne drips off of him onto the tile.

“You’re going to slip.” I point at the ground.

“Don’t make me chase you, and I won’t slip.”

I meet his gaze and smile. “Tempting, but I think we both know I love a good chase.” I turn to run and he wobbles, so I reach back to steady him, and he throws his arms around me, locking me in place against the hard length of his frame.

I laugh, fighting to get out of his arms, but when I finally give up and still, he brings his mouth to mine andinhis arms is the only place for me.

“Mmm,” I say when he pulls away. “You taste like bubbly.”

He smiles, then leans forward and runs his tongue across my bottom lip. “So do you.”

He releases me and runs his hands over the wetness he’s left on my skin. Down over my breasts, then over my hips and thighs, then he squats and run his palms up the back of my calves. He looks up at me from a squatting position. “Are you sure I can’t get you into that bubble bath with me?” He slides his hands up, stopping so his fingertips almost reach my belly, his thumbs just centimeters away from the one place he can touch and make me forget every no I’ve ever said to him. He licks his lips as he focuses on my pussy, and Ifeelit right into my toes even though he didn’t even touch me.

I step out of his grasp and walk past him to the tub, never breaking eye contact. I’m his to command right now, and if Atlas wants me in a tub of champagne, then I’m getting into a tub of champagne.

I step in and gasp. It’s not ice cold, but it’s close enough. A shiver runs up my spine, and my nipples harden into tiny points that could cut glass. Atlas watches me bring my other leg in, then raises his hand and points to the edge. “Just sit on the edge, please.”

His dark gaze warms my body as he watches me, and I think I might just be able to sit in a tub of cold water with him, as long as he doesn’t look away.

I sit on the edge of the tub closest to the wall, then lean back and spread my legs for him.

He smiles as he climbs back into the tub, then places a hand on either side of me and brings his mouth to mine. He places a soft kiss on my lips, then another, then runs his tongue over my bottom lip. My breath catches and he uses the gasp to press his tongue into my mouth and open me wider to him. He sucks my tongue, then pulls back. “You have an amazing mouth.”

“So do you.” It sounds stupid, but it’s the truth. Kissing Atlas is phenomenal. Better than phenomenal. Every guy I kiss from here on out will be compared to what Atlas can do with his mouth.

His eyes lock with mine, and something flashes across his dark gaze, then he leans forward again and claims my mouth with his.

Something tells me he’s claiming more than my mouth.

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