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Atlas cleared his throat and removed my hand from him, holding it in his and kissing my knuckles. He then called for the waiter to bring the check for the champagne. I guess dinner didn’t sound as appetizing to him anymore. Fine by me; I was more than happy to get out of here and back into his bed.
Once he had paid, leaving a very generous tip—as an apology for not ordering any food—he took my hand and dragged me out of the restaurant. We rounded the corner, and he pushed me up against the alley’s brick wall. Stepping into me, he leaned in to claim my mouth, and I pressed a finger to his lips. I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from my throat.
“Not here. As much as I wouldn’t care to have an audience,” I spoke breathily. “I’d much rather have you all to myself. Free of wandering eyes.” I needed to feel him inside of me now.
“Lead the way, sweet thing.” He stepped back, releasing me from the wall and gesturing to the street.
“Where’s your car? I’ll show you where I live.” I took his hand in mine and laced our fingers together; he led me to the parking ramp and his car. I didn’t care that I was taking him back to my apartment, that he would know where I lived. It was bound to happen eventually; why not now?
Atlas drove a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. The interior smelled brand new as if he had just driven it off the lot. I pulled myself up into the passenger seat, and once we left the parking ramp, I directed him to my apartment complex. He parked in the garage under the building, and we took the elevator to my floor.
We reached my unit, and I pulled out my keys to unlock the door. Turning the handle, I pushed it open, and without a second to turn on the lights, Atlas had my back pressed against the closed door. He pulled my thighs up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he crushed his mouth to mine. I speared my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer.
“Tell me you want me. That you are mine.” He breathed into my mouth.
I chuckled and continued using my tongue to play with his. He pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“I’m serious, Chyler. No games anymore. Tell me you want me. This doesn’t need to go any further if you don’t want it to. But I want you, and if I can’t have you, then this won’t work.” I stared into his eyes, searching their beautiful array of colors for the depth of his words. He wouldn’t say something like this if he wasn’t serious, but was I ready to be this intimate with him? My heart squeezed in my chest. If I told him I wanted him, then this was no longer just sex anymore; this was feelings, emotions—us. There would be an us after this.
Could I afford to let him in completely and even consider the possibility of an… us? He didn’t need to convince me with sweet words to fuck him; I had done that twice without a second thought, but this—this was him moving us from casual sex to a relationship.
I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t afraid of being broken by him, of letting myself love him and giving him the power to destroy me. After my parents had died, I knew I couldn’t go through a heartbreak as devastating as that again. To lose him after all of this. I thought back to what Madison had said to me years ago when she noticed how often I would shut out anyone who tried to come close to me.
“Your parent's accident was tragic and devastating, but it was also an example of just how short life can truly be. You don’t know what tomorrow holds, and to live a life without love is not living at all. Don’t leave this world with regrets, Chy.”
I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes and blew out a breath. I am not going to run anymore. Madison is right.
I need to live.
I removed my hands from Atlas’s hair and cupped his cheeks, allowing my gaze to deepen into his. My eyes were starting to glisten as I fought back the tears. I was about to give him the very last part of me that I had left. Kicking the last piece of that wall to the ground. I was his. All his.
“Atlas… I want you. All of you. All of—whatever—you are offering.” I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his response.
Please don’t let this be a mistake.
He smiled the most brilliant smile I had ever seen from him and met me with a deep, longing kiss.
Realization slammed into me at what had now grown between us, and our kiss began turning into hunger and need. Tongue and teeth clashed together as he wrapped his arms around me, taking my full weight off the door and heading in the direction of my bedroom without wasting a single second more.
He set me down once we entered the bedroom, and we both began ripping our clothes off. There was no slow grace to it; we wanted each other, and we didn’t want to wait any longer. Clothes were dropping to the floor faster than we could remove them, and as soon as I was stripped naked, I threw myself into him, my mouth locking back onto his, the force throwing him off balance and into the nightstand, knocking the lamp off of it and shattering on the floor.
I couldn’t help but chuckle into his mouth when I heard the lamp break. He gripped my upper arms and tossed me onto the bed, kicking off his pants as he crawled over me, leaning down to kiss and bite the most sensitive parts of my neck. His hands were on either side of my head, pressing deep into the mattress with his weight.
A breathy moan escaped my throat, and I squirmed beneath him. He was straddling my thigh, pressing his knee into my aching core. I was so wet for him, and I could feel the slickness as I ground my hips against his thigh, begging for more friction on my clit.
“Fuck. Don’t you want to slow down for once?” He laughed at my desperation, and I was not going to let him take it slow with me. I didn’t want it nice and slow; I wanted it rough, hard, and fast. I wanted him to manhandle me into any position he chose. I wanted us both to finish so we could do it again and again. I wanted him so badly that if I had to take control to get what I needed; I would.
“No. I want you right now, inside me.” I breathed, rolled my hips against him, and bit down on his ear, tugging lightly. We could have nice and slow sex any other time. After skipping out on dinner altogether, I was starving for him. I wanted my meal. I wanted his cum as the cream to my climax dessert.
He pulled back, gripping my thighs with his hands and spreading me wide for him. Sitting back on his heels, resting my thighs on his, he fisted his rock-hard length and started stroking it slowly, his eyes meeting mine. I knew what eye fucking someone meant, but with the way he was looking at me, I could feel it. I squirmed under his gaze.
“I fucking love how needy you are for my cock.” He licked his lips and bent forward slightly, lining himself up with my entrance. He pressed the head against it, and I let out a whimper, begging for more. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
“Badly.” I didn’t hesitate; I needed him now. I was so wound up at even the thought of him filling me that I could come if he simply told me to. I was a bitch in heat, and I didn’t give a shit. I was his, and he was mine.
He dipped in an inch and then pulled back, repeating the movement one more time, and then stopped. I hissed, jerking my head up to watch him. He was slowly driving me over the edge. I brought my hands up to my hair and tugged on the strands in frustration.
“Tell me. How badly. You. Want. It.” His teasing was relentless, and I shifted my hips, trying to push him in further by myself. He pulled back out completely and pushed off the bed. “I can do this all night with you.” He stood back, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared me down with a smug smirk. Fuck.
