Page 8 of Guarded by Atlas (Steel Rebels MC #6)

The words seem to startle her, and the fury in her eyes is replaced by something else.

“You should be,” she whispers, hurt overtaking her beautiful face.

“It’s especially cruel to steal a girl’s first kiss and take her to bed only to sneak out when she’s asleep.

” She looks away. “If you didn’t want me, then you should have told me instead of just… leaving.”

My brows furrow at her words. “You think I don’t want you?” I ask, shocked as I rarely am.

“Well…you left, didn’t you?” she sniffs.

God, has it not been written on my face this entire time?

How can she not see the need in my expression that begs for me to slam her against any flat surface and ravage her like an animal?

It took considerable restraint last night to not fuck her in the kitchen and to keep my touch chaste in her room.

I barely caught a wink of sleep with that heart shaped butt pressed against my dick all night.

I thought I was doing the right fucking thing by leaving.

“Marie…” I stop when I notice a couple of my MC brothers coming down the hall, tossing curious looks our way. “Fuck!” I curse, taking her hand and pulling her toward the elevator.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

There is a need thrumming so close to my skin to take this girl where we stand, and it’ll take very little push me to the edge, and Marie must see this because she quickly goes silent.

No words are exchanged when the elevator opens on my floor and I walk us to my door, letting us into the apartment.

I tore off my boots, and she’s hardly taken off her shoes when I drag her deeper into the apartment, beelining for my bedroom. “Atlas… Wait, is that a cat?”

The bedroom door slams closed before she can get her answer, and I have her backed to the door in seconds. My cock straining hard against my fly, desperate for the girl who thinks I left her this morning because I wanted to and not because I had to.

“How can you think I don’t want you?” We stare at each other, and I question how she can’t see it on my face when I’m doing such a shit job at hiding it.

Her eyelids flutter when I lean in until there’s only a hair’s breadth between us, her breathing growing more labored by the second.

That sexy mouth parts on a gasp when I slide my hand around to her waist and yank her against me, feeling her soft breasts press against my chest. “I’m going to show you just how much I want you, sweetheart. Just how desperately.”

“Atlas—”

My mouth slams down on hers, swallowing her gasp. Her lips are soft as they part undermine, surrendering to the kiss with a low, needy whine. Need claws my chest as our tongues meet and I get to taste her, every sweet and intoxicating inch of that mouth.

She moans softly when I grind my dick against her stomach, sliding my hand under her sweater and up to her breast, cupping her gently. She pushes into my touch, tentatively bringing her arms around my shoulders and mewling needily as the kiss turns fervent.

“I left to stop myself from doing this,” I rasp into the kiss, rubbing my thumb over her nipple and feeling it pebble under my finger. “I left so I wouldn’t kiss every inch of this perfect body and wake you with my tongue buried in your wet pussy.”

“Really?”

“Now I realize that I made a mistake.” I pinch her nipple over her bra, tugging it between my thumb and index finger, causing her to cry out.

“I should have stayed. Sucked on your sexy nipples through that dangerously thin nightgown until you were moaning in your sleep. Have you wake up desperately aroused and begging for my cock instead of mad and worried that I didn’t want you! ”

“I thought…”

“You thought wrong.” I tug down her bra, greedily fondling her naked breast with my hand.

She bucks against me with a cry when I squeeze her nipple hard between my fingers.

The need to taste her has me pushing up her sweater and leaning down to take her swollen nipple into my mouth.

She cries out again, her fingernails digging into my shoulder as I tease the bead with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she sobs when I shift my attention to other nipple, freeing it from her bra before sucking greedily at the pink bud, getting drunk off her taste and the smooth texture of her skin. “Atlas…what are you… Oh, God!”

“I’m just getting started, sweetheart,” I growl, slipping my hand under her skirt and between her thighs, pushing them apart as my fingers curl around her soft skin.

I want to take it slow, savor every delicate inch of that milky skin but whatever control I had last night is mere shreds now.

I can’t stop myself from moving my hand up her thigh to her panties.

A harsh growl leaps out when I press my finger over her covered pussy to find the fabric damp with her arousal.

Her nails dig into my shoulder when I rub my middle finger over her sex.

“Oh!” she whimpers, lifting her hips to rock against my hand, those beautiful eyes glazing over with every touch. “Atlas…feels… Oh!”

Impatient with the need to touch her, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her flimsy panties and yank them down before tearing them completely off.

With the obstructive piece out of the way, I slide my middle finger between her soft folds and feel her wetness slick my digit.

She’s so fucking wet it has my aching cock jutting behind my zipper and begging for reprieve but I hold back, finding more pleasure in watching her react to my touch.

She looks so beautiful with her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over, and that sexy mouth parted as she struggles to catch her breath.

I want to see her come apart, and just when she’s about to recover, I’ll send her right back to the edge. Then I’ll sink my cock into her tight pussy and take her. Make her mine.

Mine , comes the unbidden thought, but I don’t push it back.

No, I embrace it.

At least for the day, I’ll allow myself to think that someone as gorgeous as this woman could be mine.

“You are so fucking wet, baby!” I grind out as I slide my fingers over the valley of her pussy, and she jerks hard against me when my finger finds her clit.

“Your desire is dripping all over my hand. You want me to help clean up the mess, don’t you?

” Her breath hitches when I press my finger gently over her entrance, shallowly thrusting it into her core.

“Lick you up until there isn’t a drop left? ”

Fuck, she’s incredibly tight. I let out a groan of my own when her pussy clenches hotly around me, and I can tell she’s close. Her breath is coming at a rapid pace, and it’s only a matter of seconds before she falls.

Fuck this!

Marie whines in frustration when I pull my hand away.

I drop to my knees, yanking up her skirt before pushing her thighs apart to expose her pink heaven, glistening with arousal.

I don’t give myself time to admire her as I lean in and inhale the sweet scent of her, my mouth watering for the taste I’ve been craving for days.

“Atlas…” She moans loudly when I press my mouth to her pussy, flicking my tongue between her wet feminine lips. I lose whatever control I was grasping onto as her hot flavors flood my tongue, and then I’m an animal seeking to brand their mate with my mouth and hands.

Mine.

She’s mine, goddamnit!

I press my hand into her hip, groaning as I drag my tongue over the folds of her sex.

She cries out, combing her fingers through my hair and grabbing a fistful as she rolls her hips over my eager mouth.

“Oh God,” she sobs when my tongue finds her clit and her pussy tightens against my lips when I flick the nub quickly. “Atlas…yes!”

I slide my hand up her body and pinch her nipple between my knuckles even as I wrap my mouth over her clit, sucking it softly between my lips.

Her breath hitches, and her grip in my hair tightens a second before her mouth parts on a scream.

She tugs hard at my hair, grinding into me and the tongue flicking over her clit.

I lap up her juices, drawing out her climax and taking in every rough tremor that rolls through her body.

Mine!

The thought of another man touching her sends violent thoughts racing through my mind.

Only I will ever touch her… kiss her. Marie is mine to pleasure.

To claim. My thoughts turn dangerously possessive as her tremors die down and I climb to my feet.

Our gazes meet, and she must see something in mine because her eyes widen in surprise.

“Atlas—”

“I’m only getting started, sweetheart.” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice.