Atticus by R.E. Butler

Chapter Eleven

Lori’s heart was pounding a mile a minute as they walked up the stairs to her apartment. Their date had been amazing. She’d never felt so cared for and pampered. Atticus was as charming and sweet as he was gorgeous. She felt like a queen with him. Her past hadn’t mattered, and the only thing on her mind as she unlocked her door was that for the first time in a very long time, she felt like she was coming home.

And it was because of him.

“I want you to come in,” she said, taking his hand. “I don’t want our night to be over.”

“I’d love to.”

He followed her inside, and she shut and locked the door. “Lori, I—” he said, but she cut him off with a kiss. They’d kissed and touched throughout the date, but it hadn’t been enough. She liked holding his hand, running her fingers over his muscles, kissing him. But she wanted more.

She wanted all of him.

Giving him a gentle nudge toward the bedroom, she reached for his belt and he broke the kiss with a low chuckle. “Hold on, sweetheart.”

She paused and looked at him curiously. He was obviously turned on. It would be hard to miss the ridge of his erection through his dress pants.

“I want this,” she said. She’d never really been bold when it came to guys. But she was feeling deliciously bold. “I want you. I’m ready for more than just being friends or taking things slowly. I want to go to sleep tonight and wake up with you.”

“I want that too, I just want you to know that I really care for you.” He cupped her face with one big, warm hand, and she just about melted into a pile of goo right there.

“I care for you too.”

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured or rushed. Just know that I’m fine with whatever happens with us tonight.”

“Do you want me?”

“More than anything.” His voice went all low and husky, and her body heated in response.

“Good, because I want you too.”

She saw his eyes flash from brown to gold for a moment and a wave of his cologne hit her full force. Damn he smelled intoxicating.

He swung her up into his arms and turned toward the bedroom. “I want you to be mine, Lori. I want you to be my...girlfriend.”

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his smooth jaw, her fingers tangling in his soft hair.

He climbed onto the bed and set her down. He kissed her, running his fingers down her throat and over her shoulders, skimming them down her sides to her waist.

Her hands went to his belt, and this time he didn’t push them away or tell her to stop, and she was freaking glad about that. She undid the belt and unfastened his pants, then tugged his shirt up. She made quick work of his shirt buttons and pushed it off his shoulders.

Damn. He was even sexier without his shirt on, all thick muscles and smooth skin.

“You too, sweetheart,” he said huskily.

She sat up and he unzipped her dress and slowly tugged it down her body. She stretched back out on the bed and lifted her hips so he could pull the dress free. It went airborne, followed by his shirt. He slipped from the bed and stripped fully, then straightened. She gasped as she saw his thick length, and she actually shivered in anticipation.

“I love how you’re looking at me,” he said.

“You’re amazing.”

“From where I’m standing, you’re the amazing one.”

“Atticus?” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Put your face here for a little while. Or a long while.” She pressed her fingertips to the apex of her thighs and she swore that he let out a gruff, growling sound, but then he cleared his throat and smiled at her.

“A long while works for me,” he said with a wink.

He pulled off her panties and tossed them aside, then grasped her ankles and pushed them slowly apart. He kissed up her legs, alternating between them, his big shoulders pushing her legs farther apart. He reached the apex of her thighs and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”

She grinned and blushed. No one had ever said anything like that about her before. Hell, no one had ever looked at her the way that he did, like the sun rose and set on her whims. He spread her open with his thumbs and licked a slow line from her entrance around her clit, giving the nub a flick with his tongue. He slipped his hands under her bottom and lifted her up. He stroked her with his tongue, circling her clit and diving into her entrance. Then he closed his lips around her clit and began to lick and suck, finding just the right spot to send pleasure through her. He pushed a finger into her, twisting it around and rubbing her walls, her legs shaking as he added a second finger and began to work her, flicking his tongue rapidly over her nub as he worked her with his fingers.

She tossed her head back with a throaty groan as heat washed over her. Bliss wove through her like she’d never experienced before, her whole body locking up in a spiral of pleasure that made her nerve endings sing and stars light in her vision. She shouted his name and reached for him, anxious to feel him inside her. He kissed his way up her trembling body then slowly sank inside until their bodies were tightly wed.

He hovered over her, his arms extended as he looked down at her with his golden eyes.

“You feel amazing,” he said gruffly.

She cupped his face and leaned up for a kiss, throwing her head back when he pulled out of her and pushed back in.

“You too,” she said.

He dropped his head to the crux of her neck and began to move, pulling out and thrusting in, caging her with his arms and driving them both to another height of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and crossed her ankles at his lower back, urging him to move faster, fuck her harder.

He kissed and sucked on her neck, sending riots of sensation cascading through her. Her lower body was hauled up as he slipped a hand under her and changed the angle of his thrusts.

She didn’t think she could come again, but he was hitting places inside her just right, and in moments everything went white hot and her body exploded into another height of pleasure, her voice cracking as she shouted his name.

He followed her into bliss, her name on his lips as he filled her. He kissed up her neck to her ear and whispered with a rough voice, “You’re the most incredible female I’ve ever known.”

She hugged him a little closer, not wanting to feel the loss of him yet.

“You’re amazing too, Atticus.”

They held each other as their bodies came down from the heavens, and then he rolled to his back with a groan. She followed, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart beating.

“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she confessed. “It’s never been anything close to that for me.”

“It wasn’t ever like that for me before either. It’s because you’re mine, Lori. Every beautiful inch, every sexy curve.”

For the first time in two decades, she didn’t get freaked out by a guy wanting to be close to her. She wanted to belong to him, to be his in every way. Even if it meant doing something she was completely scared to do—stay in one place and build a life for herself with someone.

“You’re mine too,” she said.

“One thousand percent.”

She lifted her head and he smiled at her, looking sexy and sated. “You’ll stay with me?”

“Absolutely. I can’t think of anything better than waking up with you.”

“Me too.”

She closed her eyes as a yawn worked through her. Her last thought was how safe she felt in Atticus’s arms.