“Well, I have so many more ideas for you in store.” She flashes a challenging smile, and there’s that overwhelming urge to kiss her. “What do I win?”
“Me, of course.”
“Oh!” Her hand leaves my cheek and goes to the back of my neck. “In that case, I might not be collecting my prize.”
Poking under her ribs, she squirms and starts laughing again.
“I’m kidding. That’s the best prize ever.” Summer rises on her tiptoes, stopping mere inches from my lips, hovering there with a whisper. “Atlas...”
My name rolls down from the tip of her tongue, sounding like a siren’s song, luring me into doing anything she requires of me even before she asks.
“Yes, love?”
“You said you came here for two reasons. What’s the second one?” Summer’s lips brush over mine, warm breath kissing me instead of her.
“I want you by my side. For tonight and every night ahead. And just so you know, I’m not asking. I’m telling you.”
I came for a sleepover. But one would never be enough.
“And just soyouknow—”
Her words die on my lips the second I claim her mouth, and a jolt of electricity rips through me, stronger than the one she zapped me with. I cup the back of her neck, and then slide my tongue between her lips, going deep. The way she opens for me—eager, unguarded—hits like a wave, making my head spin the same way it did an hour ago. She isn’t fighting for dominance like she did in the club, but my mind is unequivocally clear that it’s fire coursing through my veins instead of blood when I kiss her.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I force her legs to wrap around me before moving onto her seductive ass, keeping her pinned in place. She makes a throaty sound as I devour her mouth, like a starved man.
Pulling her from against the wall, I start walking for her bed when she breaks the kiss, desire and denial fighting an epic battle in her eyes.
“I’m not fucking you tonight,” she chokes out, swallowing part of that desire down.
I shouldn’t push her, and I won’t.
I’ll give her respect.
I’ll give her control.
I’ll give her everything she wants.
“Who said anything about fucking?”
“Your dick.” She glances down to where my erection is fightingthrough layers of fabric—both that of my jeans and her panties, pressing against her core.
“I’m always like this around you.” She gives me a coy smile. “Let’s try and get some sleep.”
Sitting on the bed with her still on my lap, her fingertips brush over my lips before she kisses me again, then scurries away to the inner side of the bed.
I strip down to my boxers and tap the space next to me as an invitation, but she still stares in a distrustful way, sitting close by, but not daring to approach further.
“Come on, baby! I don’t bite.”
She gives me the who-are-you-bullshittinglook, and I cackle.
“Okay. I do, but you love it. No biting tonight. I promise.”
Summer moves gingerly when she comes to lie by my side, allowing me to snake an arm around her, while her own lands on my chest. I pull the blanket over us, and her head slants up so she can lock eyes with mine.
“Broken bones?”
“What?” I eye her, uncertain if I heard right.
