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My eyes widen and I throw a bar of soap at him, but he evades injury when he slips through the door, once again leaving me to myself.
Shit.
He's infuriating and arousing all at the same time. Thankfully, he either didn't notice my hands were glowing when he first barged in on me or he didn't care enough to make a comment. The thought of him walking in on me while pleasuring myself, picturing him being the one with his hand between my legs heats my cheeks. Oh, stars! What if he'd waited just a few more minutes and found me as I …
I refuse to finish that mortifying thought.
But is it mortifying? What would he have done, if he had walked in on me and figured out exactly what I was doing? Would he have watched me? Would he have offered to do it for me?
My heart flutters and the ache of wanting his hands inside me sends my mind sputtering.
No. I can't do this.
It's late and I'm exhausted, turned on, and most definitely irritated. I need to get dressed and lay down.
Hauling myself out of the tub, I quickly pat myself dry, brush my hair, and get dressed in a comfortable tank and shorts before I slip out of the bathroom and stare at Atlas's bedroom door. I should just walk to the staircase and go down one floor to my quarters. Call it stubbornness, but I can't let his smug comments go unquestioned. I realize I'm no longer tired. Instead, I feel like fighting.
Not giving myself a second to think my next actions through, I burst into his room, pointing an accusatory finger at him, but my angry insults die on the tip of my tongue when I see him sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over his chest. He's positioned himself in front of the door, as if he was expecting me to barge in for round two.
"I hate you," I seethe.
Amusement flashes in his green eyes. "Do you?"
"I hate your smirk. I hate your smug comments. I hate when your flirtations get a rise out of me. And I especially hate how you seem to see right through me."
"Is that all?"
"No." I ball my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms.
One of his eyebrows arches as he stands to his feet. Approaching me, raking a hand through his disheveled locks, he fills the doorway with his looming figure and grips the frame on either side. "Tell me, Princess, what else do you hate about me?"
I tilt my head up, our faces within inches of one another. My breathing is ragged, and I can't tell if it's from deep-rooted rage or irrefutable attraction.
"I hate that I don't actually hate you," I say softly. "It would make everything so much easier if I did."
"Easy doesn't seem to suit us." He lowers his head toward me and whispers, "Why are you really here?"
"I think you know why."
"I need to hear you say it."
"Kiss me," I demand with a surprising hunger. "Kiss me like it means something."
For a brief second, he hesitates, and the air is sucked out of the room. But then his hands slip on either side of my jaw and his mouth is firmly rooted to mine. His hands slide down my arms, waist, hips, and settle underneath the backs of my thighs to scoop me up. I twist my legs around his torso and scratch my nails through his hair. I've been wanting to play with his hair for weeks and now, I can finally have my way with him.
Fifteen
Atlas
I've ached to feel her lips against mine again. Had she not gotten up and left me at the school when she did, I'm not sure what would have happened between us. If it was left up to my wildest imagination, I would have feasted on her in the open, not giving two shits about being caught.
My fingers splay through her freshly washed hair, and I tug gently, earning a breathy moan from her.
This woman. Oh, this woman.
If she only knew the true power she holds over me. All she has to do is say the word and she would bring me to my knees.
She peels her face from mine, catching her breath. Hunger. Pure hunger glazes over her eyes, propelling me to carry her to the leather armchair in the corner of my bedroom. The only light comes from the crackling fireplace and illuminates every single one of her glorious curves as she straddles me. Her soft fingers graze against my skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. I'm fully under her spell, entranced, completely helpless in her presence.
