I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

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The feel of her skin, her lips on mine….gosh, it was so intoxicating. All she had to do was kiss me, and I forgot every damn sense of thinking. We kept rolling over on the bed, kissing like we were starving, like we’d never get enough. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to kiss her all day long, all night, forever. Fuck, I’ve been going crazy about our last kiss and her confession right before she drew that stupid line and walked away. The past few days had been nothing more than pure torture. Every time I saw her laughing with Howard, my chest ached so badly I thought I’d crack a rib. A million what-ifs played in my head on repeat. Oh, how badly I wanted to pull her into me, hold her… kiss her until she forgot every reason she was supposed to stay away.

A moan slipped out of me when her tongue pushed past my lips, seeking more, begging for more. I felt my dick seconds from exploding in my jeans.

“Fuck,” I moaned, kissing her deeper, hungrier.

My hands slid up that beautiful orange wrap shirt that’s been killing me since she walked in wearing it. One tug and the tie came loose, the fabric fell open, revealing those perfect pink pointed nipples I’ve been dreaming about. Hard. Waiting for me.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, sucking hard but careful-fuck, so careful-not to leave a mark. As bad as I wanted to brand her, claim her, there were too many judging eyes around. My lips moved to her collarbone, sucking, licking, nibbing every inch of skin I could reach.

“Fuck,” she moaned, fingers twisting in my hair so tight it hurt in the best way.

Just when I was about to close my mouth over one of those nipples I froze. Shit. My senses slammed back like

a bucket of ice water. The headache. The whole reason I was even in here.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, breathy, chest heaving.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the beast clawing at my ribs. “I’m sorry…I lost control and forgot about your head…let me get you water…” I started to pull away, but she grabbed my hand, stopping me.

“Atlas,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s fine. I… I don’t have a headache.”

My brows furrowed. “What?”

She looked away, cheeks blooming red. Her voice dropped to a mumble. “I was just jealous… okay? Fine. I said it. I was freaking jealous of you and Mindy. You guys looked so… perfect. You had matching tattoos and history and I…”

I kissed her.

Couldn’t help it.

She was rambling, and every word out of her mouth made me want her more. So I shut her up the best way I knew how.

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When I finally pulled back, her eyes were wide, her lips swollen. “Gosh,” I whispered, thumb brushing along her cheek, “you have no idea how fast my heart’s beating right now. Just hearing you say you were jealous…”

She narrowed her eyes, half-embarrassed. “I wasn’t that jealous.”

I laughed. “Liar.” I kissed her again. Then again. God, I could kiss her until my lips went numb.

“Emery Collins,” I breathed against her jaw, “you’re the one for me. Ever since I fell for you, I haven’t looked at anyone else. Haven’t wanted anyone else. Just you.” I kissed down her jaw, slow, “If you only knew how bad you fuck me up.” I caught her earlobe, sucked hard.

She moaned, arching into me.

“You know the torture I felt seeing you in this?” My hands slid up, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing those nipples again. She gasped. “Do you have any idea how hard I had to fight not getting an erection every time you walked by in this shirt?”

“Atlas…”

“I swear I’m a gentleman,” I growled, squeezing, massaging, watching her fall apart, “but when it comes to you, the dirty shit I wanna do to you makes me question everything I thought I knew about myself.”

“Tell me,” she moaned, voice all shaky and desperate, eyes locked on mine like she was starving for it. “I wanna hear those dirty thoughts of yours, Atlas Lawson.”

Fuck. My dick jerked hard, already dripping precum like a damn teenager. I leaned in, nose brushing her skin, breathing in that sweet Emery scent that’s been haunting me for months, then dragged my lips down her neck slow.

“At the bonfire,” I rasped against her pulse, “when you were standing there looking beautiful as always, laughing with everyone… I wanted to grab you, drag you to my car, lock the doors, and fuck you so hard the windows fogged. Wanted to shove my dick deep in that pretty cunt over and over while the party kept going, just so you’d scream my name, and only I could hear it.”

She moaned, thighs squeezing together.

“And the ocean shore… when you were dancing barefoot in that little dress, hair wild, looking like some fucking goddess… God, Em, I can’t get that day out of my head. It’s burned in here forever.” I tapped my temple, then kissed her neck harder.

“And let’s not even start on how every single night I jerk off thinking about you-knowing you’re right next door, probably asleep while I’m losing my mind.” My teeth grazed her skin. “I’ve pictured my head between your thighs a thousand times, sucking your clit until you come all over my tongue, and I drink every drop of you.”

“Atlas…” My name broke on her lips, needy as hell.

“I’ve craved sliding my hand inside your cunt since the second I met you,” I growled, voice wrecked.

My hands moved slow down her stomach. Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering as they locked with mine, wide and dark and begging.

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“Slowly driving you insane,” I whispered, popping the button on her shorts, dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth, finally slipping my fingers over her soaked folds.

“Fuck,” I groaned when I felt her. “You’re so wet. Just like I imagined. Wetter”

I brought my fingers to her lips. Without hesitation, she opened, sucking them clean, tongue swirling like she was starving for the taste of herself on me.

Fuck. Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

When she let go, I hovered the same fingers right back over her clit, barely brushing.

“Atlas, please…” she whimpered, hips chasing my hand.

I smirked, loving this-little payback for every torture-filled day she put me through.

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