Page 11 of Guarded By Atlas

“Atlas, what—”

“You tell me,” I say, dangerously calm, crowding her into the wall and doing my best to ignore the way her chest rises and falls, tits pushing up against me with every heaved breath. Her lips are so close, and the memory of the previous night flashes through my mind. How those lips had felt pillowy soft under mine. Fuck, I am tempted to kiss her just to wipe the scowl off her mouth, so I force my eyes away from her lips and to her ocean blues. “Why have you been glaring at me all morning?”

She drops her gaze, but I’m having none of it as I take her chin and force her gaze back on mine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.”

Marie gnaws her lip for a second, and I watch anger and self-preservation battle in her eyes before she gives in to the former. She hisses, “Have you considered that maybe I wasn’t glaring at you, and it’s your own conscience eating at you?”

There’s that too. Jesus, I tried not to touch her last night. I did. The kiss wasn’t meant to happen, but it felt like I would die if I didn’t taste her. I know I shouldn’t have. I thought the feelings were mutual, but she probably thinks I took advantage of her when she was vulnerable and sleep deprived.

“I’m sorry.”

The words seem to startle her, and the fury in her eyes is replaced by something else. “You should be,” she whispers, hurt overtaking her beautiful face. “It’s especially cruel to steal a girl’s first kiss and take her to bed only to sneak out when she’s asleep.” She looks away. “If you didn’t want me, then you should have told me instead of just…leaving.”

My brows furrow at her words. “You think I don’t want you?” I ask, shocked as I rarely am.

“Well…you left, didn’t you?” she sniffs.

God, has it not been written on my face this entire time? How can she not see the need in my expression that begs for me to slam her against any flat surface and ravage her like an animal? It took considerable restraint last night to not fuck her in the kitchen and to keep my touch chaste in her room. I barely caught a wink of sleep with that heart shaped butt pressed against my dick all night. I thought I was doing the right fucking thing by leaving.

“Marie…” I stop when I notice a couple of my MC brothers coming down the hall, tossing curious looks our way. “Fuck!” I curse, taking her hand and pulling her toward the elevator.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

There is a need thrumming so close to my skin to take this girl where we stand, and it’ll take very little push me to the edge, and Marie must see this because she quickly goes silent. No words are exchanged when the elevator opens on my floor and I walk us to my door, letting us into the apartment.

I tore off my boots, and she’s hardly taken off her shoes when I drag her deeper into the apartment, beelining for my bedroom. “Atlas… Wait, is that a cat?”

The bedroom door slams closed before she can get her answer, and I have her backed to the door in seconds. My cock straining hard against my fly, desperate for the girl who thinks I left her this morning because I wanted to and not because I had to.

“How can you think I don’t want you?” We stare at each other, and I question how she can’t see it on my face when I’m doing such a shit job at hiding it. Her eyelids flutter when I lean in until there’s only a hair’s breadth between us, her breathing growing more labored by the second. That sexy mouth parts on a gasp when I slide my hand around to her waist and yank her against me, feeling her soft breasts press against my chest. “I’m going to show you just how much I want you, sweetheart. Just how desperately.”

“Atlas—”

My mouth slams down on hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips are soft as they part undermine, surrendering to the kiss with a low, needy whine. Need claws my chest as our tongues meet and I get to taste her, every sweet and intoxicating inch of that mouth.

She moans softly when I grind my dick against her stomach, sliding my hand under her sweater and up to her breast, cupping her gently. She pushes into my touch, tentatively bringing her arms around my shoulders and mewling needily as the kiss turns fervent.

“I left to stop myself from doing this,” I rasp into the kiss, rubbing my thumb over her nipple and feeling it pebble under my finger. “I left so I wouldn’t kiss every inch of this perfect body and wake you with my tongue buried in your wet pussy.”

“Really?”

“Now I realize that I made a mistake.” I pinch her nipple over her bra, tugging it between my thumb and index finger, causing her to cry out. “I should have stayed. Sucked on your sexy nipples through that dangerously thin nightgown until you were moaning in your sleep. Have you wake up desperately aroused and begging for my cock instead of mad and worried that I didn’t want you!”

“I thought…”

“You thought wrong.” I tug down her bra, greedily fondling her naked breast with my hand. She bucks against me with a cry when I squeeze her nipple hard between my fingers. The need to taste her has me pushing up her sweater and leaning down to take her swollen nipple into my mouth. She cries out again, her fingernails digging into my shoulder as I tease the bead with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she sobs when I shift my attention to other nipple, freeing it from her bra before sucking greedily at the pink bud, getting drunk off her taste and the smooth texture of her skin. “Atlas…what are you… Oh, God!”

“I’m just getting started, sweetheart,” I growl, slipping my hand under her skirt and between her thighs, pushing them apart as my fingers curl around her soft skin. I want to take it slow, savor every delicate inch of that milky skin but whatever control I had last night is mere shreds now. I can’t stop myself from moving my hand up her thigh to her panties. A harsh growl leaps out when I press my finger over her covered pussy to find the fabric damp with her arousal. Her nails dig into my shoulder when I rub my middle finger over her sex.

“Oh!” she whimpers, lifting her hips to rock against my hand, those beautiful eyes glazing over with every touch. “Atlas…feels… Oh!”

Impatient with the need to touch her, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her flimsy panties and yank them down before tearing them completely off. With the obstructive piece out of the way, I slide my middle finger between her soft folds and feel her wetness slick my digit. She’s so fucking wet it has my aching cock jutting behind my zipper and begging for reprieve but I hold back, finding more pleasure in watching her react to my touch.

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