I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

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To think I was a second away from texting Jamal back and saying yeah, I’d hit the bar with the guys, just to try and get Emery off my mind. That stupid thought lasted about half a second. There was nowhere else on earth I wanted to be except right here with her. And damn, am I lucky. If I’d gone out, I wouldn’t be on this couch kissing Emery like my life depended on it.

I sucked on her bottom lip one last time before I pulled back, breathing hard, my forehead resting against hers. “Ready to admit it yet?”

Her lips were all swollen and shiny, chest rising and falling fast under that dress. She gave me that stubborn little smirk, eyes sparkling with heat and challenge. “I’ve got nothing to say.”

I let out a low chuckle, dark and rough. “Fine. If you wanna play it that way, darling, I can do this all damn day.”

My mouth dropped to her neck. I sucked hard, right where her pulse hammered under her skin, tasting her and feeling her shiver. What the hell were we even doing? Acting like horny teenagers playing some twisted game of truth or dare? I had no clue, but fuck, I loved every second of it. Every time she refused to admit the truth, it just gave me more time to hunt down every spot that made her lose it. I took my time worshiping her, learning her body like it was the only map I’d ever need. Every little sound she made when I hit a favorite spot drove me straight out of my mind.

I kissed my way back up, missing her lips already. My hands cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and gave a light squeeze. She moaned low and needy and my dick throbbed so hard against my jeans I thought I might actually blow in my pants like a damn teenager.

“I love hearing you,” I growled against her mouth, voice raw. “Love feeling you. Love touching you… fuck, Emery, I…”

Shit. I almost said it. I love you. Because I do. I never stopped. I’m so in love with Emery Collins, it hurts. I wanna scream it, tell her right now, but I won’t. Not yet. I’ll say it when the timing’s perfect.

My hand slid higher, slipping under her dress until my fingers traced the edge of her lacy panties. I pictured them in my head….red, black, whatever color they were, imagining exactly how they looked against her skin.

She sucked in a sharp breath when my thumb grazed right where she was dying for me.

“Is there a problem, Ms. Collins?” I teased, lips brushing her car, a smug grin pulling at my mouth.

“Nope, I’m goo….fuck, Atlas,” she moaned as my thumb started slow circles over her clit through the lace.

“Don’t stop,” she groaned, hips rocking up into my hand.

I kept the slow, teasing rhythm for a minute, then stopped completely.

Her eyes flew wide open, all desperate and frustrated. “Why the hell did you stop?!”

I grinned down at her, wicked and satisfied. “You still haven’t told me the truth… remember?”

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“Oh my…” She sighed, half-laughing, half-desperate. “Fine. I wore it for you. Yeah, I got all dolled up because I wanted you to think I looked cute and kiss me and maybe fu…”

The rest of the sentence died the second I crashed my mouth back on hers. I kissed her hard, tongue sliding in, claiming every inch like I was fighting for air. She groaned into it, melting under me.

“Please touch me,” she begged against my lips.

Now it was my turn to moan. Low and rough.

My hands moved fast. I hooked my fingers in her panties and dragged them down her legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. A small smile tugged at my lips when I saw the red lace-fuck, she really had dressed up for me.

“Atlas…” she panted, voice all wrecked and sexy, pulling my attention back to the gorgeous woman sprawled out on my couch, legs spread, ready for me.

I grabbed her knees gently and pushed them wider apart, taking in the view. She was so pink, so wet, glistening, and aching just for me. My mouth watered.

I kissed up her inner thigh… slow, open-mouthed kisses, one after another, inch by inch, until my lips hovered right in front of her pussy. Then, real slow, I dragged my tongue over her.

Her whole body jerked. I held her hips down tight, careful not to leave marks… yet.

I kept going, tongue flat and slow one second, then flicking fast over her clit the next, sucking gently when her hips tried to buck up. She tasted so fucking good, sweet and warm and all Emery. Every moan that ripped out of her went straight to my dick, making it throb painfully against my zipper.

“Atlas…shit…right there,” she gasped, fingers twisting tighter in my hair, nails scraping my scalp in the best way. Her thighs started to tremble around my head, squeezing like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.

I hummed against her, the vibration making her cry out. One of my hands slid up her stomach, under her dress, palming her breast again and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her back arched hard off the couch, pushing more of herself into my mouth.

“Don’t stop…please don’t fucking stop,” she begged, voice all broken and breathy.

I wasn’t planning on it. I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right while my mouth stayed on her clit, sucking harder. She was so wet, so tight, clenching around my fingers like she never wanted to let go. Her whole body shook, little gasps turning into full-on moans that filled the room.

“Fuck, Em… you’re so goddamn perfect,” I groaned against her, not pulling away even an inch. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

That did it. Her thighs clamped tight around my ears, hips grinding hard against my face as she came loud, messy, and so fucking beautiful it wrecked me. Her walls pulsed around my fingers, squeezing like she never wanted to let go, and I kept working her through every wave, tongue and fingers moving until she was oversensitive and gasping my name like a prayer.

She wasn’t the only one who lost it.

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Yeah, like some horny teenage boy who couldn’t hold back, I came in my pants. Hard. The second I felt her start to fall apart, the pressure that had been building since she first said “wanna make out” hit me like a freight train. My hips jerked against the couch cushion without permission, and I groaned right into her pussy as I spilled hot and messy inside my jeans. No warning, no control just raw, embarrassing release while I was still buried between her legs.

I stayed there for a second, breathing hard against her slick skin, face burning even as the aftershocks rolled through me. My dick twitched one last time, sticky and spent, trapped in wet denim that was now way too tight and way too obvious.

Well, shit.

I finally eased back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at her. Emery was sprawled out like a goddess…hair wild, cheeks flushed dark red, green eyes glassy and half-lidded, chest still heaving. She looked wrecked in the best way, and here I was, a grown man who just nutted in his pants like it was prom night.

A low, embarrassed laugh rumbled out of me as I crawled up her body, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows. “Fuck… you broke me, Collins.”

She blinked up at me, still catching her breath, then her eyes narrowed a little like she could feel the damp heat through my jeans where I pressed against her thigh. “Did you just…?”

“Yeah.” I dropped my forehead to hers, grinning even though my face was on fire. My voice came out rough and raw, half-laughing, half-groaning. “Came in my pants like a damn teenager while eating you out. Ten years of wanting you and I couldn’t even last long enough to get my dick out. Pathetic, right?”

She bit her swollen lip, trying not to laugh, but her eyes sparkled with that mix of surprise and heat. Her hands slid up my back, nails lightly scratching. “That’s… kinda hot, actually.”

“Hot?” I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I rocked my hips once, letting her feel the wet spot. “Or just embarrassing?”

“I stand by what I said, that was hot as hell.” She grinned, wide, then pulled me down for a slow, deep kiss that tasted like both of us. When she finally pulled back, her voice came out all husky and teasing, lips brushing

mine. “But we’re not done. Not even close.”

I groaned low in my throat, already feeling my dick twitch again inside the sticky mess of my jeans. The damn thing was trying to rally like it hadn’t just embarrassed the shit out of me. “Good. ‘Cause next time I’m making you come with me buried deep inside you… right after I change these damm pants.”

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