I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 31

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I lowered my mouth to her throat, sucking gently at first, teasing, tasting her skin. My tongue traced lazy circles until I found the spot that made her gasp, her fingers fisting in my shirt. When a tiny whimper slipped out, I latched harder, pulling at that spot until her breath hitched, and a curse broke past her lips.

Yeah. That was it. That was her spot.

My chest burned with the effort it took to hold back. But this wasn’t about me. One of the things I’d learned, the hard way, was that good sex wasn’t just about your own release. It was about watching your partner fall apart under your touch. That look in their eyes when they needed more. That moan when you pushed them to the edge.

That was the shit I lived for.

And right now? It was all about her. All about Emery.

Her pleasure was mine. Mine could wait.

I kissed my way back to her mouth, swallowing her shaky breaths as our tongues tangled. I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth, giving it a playful bite before I pulled back, just to see her eyes…dark, glazed, begging.

God. The way she looked at me right now-I wanted to lock it in my head forever.

“Atlas…” Her voice cracked, needy, broken in the most perfect way. “Please…I need you.”

My jaw clenched. Every fiber of me screamed to give in, to fuck her right here, right now. But I couldn’t, not like this. Not yet.

Instead, my hands slid down, fingers brushing the zipper on her dress. With one slow pull, the fabric came undone, parting like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment.

Somehow, hell if I even knew how, her bra was gone in seconds. Front clasp. Easy. And when it snapped open, I froze.

Fucking hell.

Round. Perky. Pink. Perfect. They bounced slightly as the fabric gave way, and I swear my throat dried out instantly. She wasn’t too slim, wasn’t too petite, just…perfectly built. Every curve was made to drive me insane, and all I could do was stare for a beat.

Emery shifted under me, cheeks flushed, eyes flicking away like she was embarrassed, like she didn’t know she was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.

I reached out, brushing my thumb softly over the curve of one breast before leaning down, whispering against her skin.

“You’re perfect, Collins. Fucking perfect.”

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My hand cupped her breast again, squeezing gently, testing, watching her reaction like a man starved.

Her head fell back against the pillow, lips parting on a moan. “Ohh…that feels good.”

That sound, it fucking wrecked me.

I smirked, leaning down so close my breath brushed her lips. “You like that?” I asked, giving her another slow, deliberate squeeze.

Her back arched, a sharper moan breaking free. “Y-yes.”

I grinned, heat crawling up my neck. “Good…because that’s exactly how I plan to make you come.”

Her

eyes flew open,

wide, shocked. “Wait…you can…is that…?”

I couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled out of me. Her innocence was adorable. “Come on, Em. I know you didn’t go full lane with Kevin, but I’m pretty damn sure he’s at least tried that before.”

She shook her head quickly, cheeks pink, gaze darting away. “I mean…yeah, we made out but…” She hesitated, then whispered, shy and embarrassed, “He’s never…he’s never made me come with just…my boobs.”

Fuck.

My smirk widened, and I tilted her chin back to me. “Well,” I whispered against her lips, voice rough, “then I’m honored I get to be your first.”

Before she could respond, my mouth was on her.

I latched onto her right breast, sucking, swirling my tongue around her hardened peak. Her moan tore through the room, louder, sharper, her fingers instantly tangling in my hair and tugging like she never wanted to let go.

I moved between her breasts, worshiping each one, not leaving an inch of her untouched. My tongue flicked, licked, teased, my teeth grazing lightly just to hear the pitch of her moans change.

And fuck, did they.

“Yes….fuck yes….Atlas, just like that,” she gasped, her voice breaking around each cry.

Her body trembled beneath me, her back arching higher with every pull of my mouth, every swirl of my tongue. My cock ached so bad I thought I’d lose it, but I kept my focus on her, on her shaking body, on the way her moans built higher and higher until…

Her whole body snapped tight, trembling against me, her back bowing off the bed. Her release shattered through her, and the sound of her screaming my name filled the room like music. And all I could think as I held her, lips still marking her perfect skin, was… I’d never get tired of making her come undone.

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I watched her chest rise and fall as she came down from whatever high I just took her to. Her skin had that flushed, post-orgasm glow, and her green eyes were hazy, lips still parted like she hadn’t quite come back

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Then she laughed…like actually laughed, might I add the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard, and said, “I can’t believe I just had an orgasm… with my boobs.”

I smirked, propping myself up on one elbow. “Yeah? Well, I can’t believe how freaking hot that was.”

We lay there for a beat, shoulder to shoulder, our breathing syncing up. She turned her head slightly toward me, still smiling.

“Now I feel alive,” she said, all proud and glowy. “I’m gonna crush swim practice tomorrow.”

I grinned. She probably would. Emery Collins could crush a championship meet hungover with one arm tied behind her back. With or without a mind-blowing orgasm. But then she turned to look at me, really look at me, and boom. That tension hit again. Heavy. Thick. Electric… I wanted to kiss her again. Finally, let loose my hard rock cock and shove it into her beautiful pu…

But instead, I stood up too fast and muttered, “I should get going.”

Her brows knit. “Wait…that’s it? We didn’t even… you know…”

I gave her a half-smile, trying to keep it light. “You asked for an orgasm. Mission accomplished.”

She bit her bottom lip, and yeah, my self-control barely survived it. Her eyes flicked down to the very obvious situation happening in my sweatpants.

“And that?” she asked, nodding at my very real, very painful problem.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. “That’ll survive.”

She still looked unconvinced.

“Get some rest, Em. You’ve got laps to destroy in the morning”

And with that, I left. Quick. Before I caved.

Back in my room, I paced like some turned-on lunatic. I’d kept my word. Gave her what she asked for-an orgasm. Maybe not the kind any other turned-on guy would’ve gone for, but still… I stood by my decision.

Emery was a virgin. She deserved more than just a few minutes of messy, hormone-fueled relief. She deserved someone special. And as much as my body was begging me to be that guy tonight… I knew I

couldn’t.

I should’ve gone straight for a cold shower. Wasn’t that what guys were supposed to do in moments like this? Ice it off. Walk it off. Forget about it.

But all I could see was her.

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