Page 97 of Takeover
I felt like I'd been doused with a bucket full of ice-cold water.Bronson?How had he known?“What?”I swallowed hard.“W-w-who told you?”
He didn’t answer.“I don't want to talk about that right now.Right now, I just want to hold you.Can I do that?Are you okay letting me do that?”
Tears pricked my eyes.He knew.He knew and he still wanted to hold me?He knew the worst thing about me, and he wanted me in spite of it.
His fingers eased away from my neck, sliding down along my jaw and tilting my chin up ever so slightly.And then he dipped his head to kiss me.
The kiss was a soft brush of his lips.Not at all demanding.It was designed to make me feel safe, to make me feel cherished.But right now, I didn't want to feel cherished.I wanted to feel alive.I wanted to feelwanted.
I pushed to my tiptoes, looped my arms around his neck, angled my head, and kissed him deeper, letting my tongue slide over his lips.Begging for entry.
The hand on my lower back slid over my ass as he pulled me tighter against him, and he growled low.“I’m trying to be gentle, Ness.”
“Who said I want you to be gentle?”
He chuckled darkly before his lips crashed on mine again, rougher this time.His hand moved to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back, giving him better access to my neck.
I moaned as he sucked on the skin there.It would take a lot to leave a mark with my dark skin, but Atticus was determined to brand me as his.
I couldn't help but groan as his hand tightened on my ass.
I could feel his cock pressing against me, hard and ready, and I couldn't resist the urge to grind myself against him, wanting to feel more of that delicious friction.He responded by lifting me up, carrying me over to the couch, and laying me down on my back.
His eyes were so dark in the dim light they were almost black.
I held my breath as he peeled both stockings off, one at a time, letting his fingers slide up my thighs.His gaze followed.“I want to see all of you.”
I stood, letting the dress fall to my feet, standing before him completely naked.I shoved the nerves down.I wanted him, and I could have him.
“My God,” he whispered reverently.“You are so beautiful.”
I slid my hand down between my breasts and past my navel.But his hand shot out, gripping my wrist.Making me pause.
“Only for you, Atticus.”
He just stared at me for a long moment, like he was trying to memorize every inch of my body, trying to commit this moment to memory.“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“My name.Say it again.I need to hear you say it.”
I laid my hand on his thigh.“Atticus.”
He kicked off his shoes, then tugged his pants down and off before moving us back to the couch and settling into the space between my spread thighs.
“I want to hear you say it again.”
I leaned my head back as he licked his way down my neck to my collarbone.“Atticus.”
“Again,” he moaned against my skin.
A jolt of electricity hit my clit at the sound of his hushed moan.“Atticus,”
“Again,” he demanded.
His tongue flicked my left nipple, and I gasped, arching into his mouth.“Atticus.”
“Again.”
