Page 9 of Dash to Me
He starts in on thanking me for everything for twenty minutes. I eat my food while listening to him ramble, thankful for the respite from having to explain myself to Atlas, who is sitting there, waiting for me to get off of the phone.
“Listen,” I say, taking my last bite. Atlas has been done for at least five minutes. “We are done eating and have to head back to the motel. I’ll call you from the road tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
“Okay, sis. Love ya.”
“Love you, too. Bye.”
I sit the phone on the table, and Atlas clears his throat. The way he drinks me in, always, I can’t unsee it. How have I missed this?
He signs the receipt and gets up. “Ready?”
The walk back is quiet, thankfully. He doesn’t bombard me with questions, but it’s coming. Once in the room, there is no where to go.
ATLAS
I unlock the door,and she steps inside. The quiet walk from the diner has me in my thoughts. Something is off. Why won’t she talk to me? Her knowing about how I feel should be making things easier, not more complicated. I give her a minute, let her get situated, turn on the television, and kick back on the bed, but I can’t stop pacing.
“Do I make you nervous? Are you changing your mind about how you feel about me?” I can’t look at her. Scared that she might say something I never want to hear, not from her lips. “It’ll hurt, but you need to tell me. What did I do?”
She pats the bed next to her, instructing me to sit and I do. “You are the man that I have always wanted, but never in a million years did I think you ever felt the same way. So, it’s just an adjustment.”
How do I tell her that no woman I have ever been with has been able to keep her out of my mind? It’s always been her. Always will be, even if she decides not give me a chance. “Then what is it? What has you disassociating?”
She looks at the comforter, cheeks red. “You have more experience than me. I have only ever been with two people. And honestly, that was a nightmare.”
“What does experience have to do with anything? We are adults, love, and I am not pressuring you into sleeping with me. Do you think I would do that?”
“No, it’s just… it’s all I can think about being in this room, but in the back of my head… what if I don’t match up with your expectations? You might wake up tomorrow and realize we aren’t compatible sexually.”
She’s worried that she’ll be bad in bed? Holy hell. She has no idea what being this close to her does to me. My dick is hard as a rock and every time she looks at me, really looks at me, my stomach hurts. This is what I’ve been waiting for…
“I know it’s ridiculous, but sex is a big part of a relationship and I’d rather just figure out if we are compatible now, before we go back home. At least we will know for sure.”
She wants to fuck me? Tonight? My dick twitches just thinking about it. Although, I’ll make sure that it’s one night she’ll never forget. I’m not the type of man that is worried about myself. To me, sex is about worshipping the other person. Making them feel an out-of-body experience. So my focus tonight is on her.
“Just to be clear, you are saying you want us to sleep together tonight? As much as I want to, I never want you to feel pressured. We can wait.”
She pulls me to her by my shirt collar, and her lips are on mine. There is no room for discussion on her end. This is it. Every single hair on my body is standing at attention.
Her lips part and invite my tongue in while her hands move underneath my shirt, running her nails up my back.Girl, you are going to be the fucking death of me. Right here, right now.I take her hands, push her down on the bed, and pin them above her head. I am not a teenager, but the anticipation of being inside of her, has me on edge. I’m not an eight-second man, and I refuse to ever become one.
“What are you doing?” she asks, taking her lips away from me.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Pacing you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
She is a fucking vision. Her tits are begging for attention, nipples hard and poking through the fabric, and her hips—fuck—her hips are a fucking invitation to sin. I step closer, breath hot and ragged against her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” I growl, my hands sliding down her sides to grip her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy, you know that? Every time you walk into the room, all I could think about was bending you over and?—”
She cuts me off with a kiss, her lips crashing against mine like a fucking tidal wave.No. I’m in control.I break the kiss, lips trailing down her neck, sucking and biting at her skin. Hands are everywhere—groping her tits, pinching her nipples through the fabric, sliding up her thighs to tease the edge of her panties.
“Tell me what you like,” I whisper against her ear, feeling her shiver beneath me. “I want to make this good for you.”
Her breathing quickens as my hand slides under her shirt, tracing circles on her stomach. “I don’t... I don’t know what I like,” she admits, her voice small but honest. “That’s the problem.”
I pull back slightly to look into her eyes. “I’m not going to let our first time be some rushed thing because you’re worried about measuring up to other women. You deserve for every inch of you to be worshipped.”
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this? About you? Experience has nothing to do with it. Being with the person meant for you, that’s trumps everything else. It was always just… you.”
