I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

Emery’s POV

I might lose my virginity today. No…scratch that. I would. I HAD TO.

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Because tell me why the hell I was currently pressed against a bookshelf in the back of the freaking library with a very hot, very turned-on, very, verryy hard Atlas Lawson right behind me?

This was hot. No, this was sexy. No… this was reckless, unhinged, absolutely deranged-

And I couldn’t think straight to save my life.

My heart pounded like it was trying to break out of my chest. My hands were flat on the shelf, fingers trembling, breath shaky, thighs clenched like I could somehow keep my sanity between them.

But then my body betrayed me.

My hips rolled back, seeking more friction, grinding slowly, shamelessly. I felt him stiffen. And then I heard it…his low, guttural groan. The sound shot straight through me, igniting something I couldn’t put out even if I wanted to.

“Emery…” he warned, voice hoarse and tight, like it physically hurt him to hold back.

My knees nearly gave out. god. I was doing this. We were doing this. No one else existed. Just him and me and this wicked, electrified air between us.

And screw it… I didn’t want to fight it.

My head tilted slightly, cheek brushing the wooden shelf, and I whispered-barely audible, breathless, already unraveling.

“Atlas…” I swallowed hard. “Touch me. Please.”

“F*ck.” His mouth landed on my neck, hot and urgent, kissing me like he’d been starving for it. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut as a shiver rolled down my spine. My breath hitched the second his hand slipped into my shorts.

Slow. Teasing. Torturous.

Every nerve in my body lit up like I’d stuck my finger in a socket, except it wasn’t pain, it was heat. Pure, blinding heat that made my knees tremble and my lips part on a gasp. I gripped the shelf in front of me like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

“Atlas…” I whispered, already breathless.

His hand moved lower, slow as hell, like he had all the time in the world. And then…

Oh my god.

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His fingers dipped past the waistband of my panties, and when he touched my clit..the spot that had been aching since the second he pressed against me, I nearly blacked out.

A strangled sound slipped from my throat.

“Shhh,” he whispered, voice gravel low and rough against the shell of my ear. “As much as I love hearing your moans, you’re gonna get us caught, baby,”

Baby, Baby,

I bit my bottom lip, hard, trying to focus, trying to hold on, but his fingers kept moving, Gentle pressure. A slow, delicious rhythm that had my hips grinding back against him on instinct.

He groaned behind me, deep and sinful, pressing his hips tighter to my ass. Uggh, his dick felt so hard. needy, and it only made my pussy throb harder…shit I must be freaking wet, maybe even soaked definitely soaked. I was panting now, forehead leaning against the shelf, eyes fluttering shut. My whole body trembled.

“Shit,” I gasped. My knees buckled slightly. “Atlas…” My voice cracked. “I’m… oh gosh….

“The things I wanna do to you…” He muttered, his lips brushing my earlobe. “You have no idea, Emery. You drive me insane. I can’t focus. It’s like you’ve got this magnetic hold on me.”

I tried. I swear, I tried so hard to keep quiet. Even told myself-Emery Collins, get it together. You’re in a freaking library. A library, for God’s sake.

But his fingers kept circling faster, and any chance of self-control flew out the damn window. I bit my lip harder, trying not to make a sound.

But I failed.

“Atlas,” I gasped, voice high and desperate. “I’m….I’m gonna….shit..”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, calm and wrecked all at once. His hand clamped gently over my mouth, palm warm, fingers brushing my cheek.

“Bite down if you have to.”

And I did. His fingers moved faster and with just a squeeze of my clit…I came freaking stars exploded behind my eyes. My legs nearly gave out, but his arm caught me, holding me tight against him while I came apart

I leaned into him, chest heaving, brain foggy, still shaking. And then, I turned. Grabbing his face. Crashing my lips into his like I was starving. Because maybe I was.

For him…For this….For whatever the hell we were becoming.

The kiss wasn’t gentle.

If anything, it was the opposite of gentle, it was hungry. Raw. Like we’d both been starved for way too long and finally caved.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer. My fingers curled in the collar of his sweatshirt, dragging him

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down to me like I needed air and he was the last oxygen tank on earth.

“Emery…” Atlas tried, voice rough, strained, like he was fighting for control.

Nope. Not happening.

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I caught his lower lip between my teeth, tugged lightly, my tongue brushing the edge of it. He moaned. An honest, full-body, helpless sound that shot straight through me. And then his hand grabbed my ass, giving it a much-needed squeeze.

Our kisses deepened, tongues fighting to take control, body rattling the shelf. Thank goodness we were at the end of the library.

“Fuck, I want you too,” he rasped, one hand flying to my waist, the other gripping the back of my neck as he pulled me in like I was something he couldn’t get close enough to.

My hands slid under the hem of his hoodie, palms grazing his abs, hot and flexing under my touch.

“I… I’ve got condoms in my purse,” I murmured, the words tumbling out between kisses.

Don’t ask me why I had them, I just did, okay? Thank you, Jazz, and her “Girl Scout but make it hot” emergency kit.

That did it.

He pulled away, suddenly, sucking in air like he needed it to stay upright. His eyes were wild, stormy, and lustful with want, and his chest rose and fell like he’d just run a marathon.

“Emery…” he said, voice low, breathy, hands still holding me like he couldn’t decide if he should let go or push me against the bookshelf all over again.

I knew what was coming.

And I wasn’t about to let him talk himself out of this.

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