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I looked up at him and said, "I'll wait in the car."
He gave me a nod.But before I could make my escape, his hand traveled down my arm and took my hand, squeezing it gently."Thank you."
Those two simple words spread through my body like hot water, warming my aching muscles.
I could deal with bossy Atticus.I could deal with domineering Atticus.But this Atticus, the vulnerable one, the one who was worried about his mother...It hurt me to see that Atticus, and he was the one who seemed to crack my armor.
Chapter25
Gwen
Once again,I woke up surrounded by heat.All-encompassing heat, like the perfect sizzle of a Caribbean day.That sort of warmth that chases away the winter blues.And this heat was moving.There was a hand wrapped around my waist, sliding up under my camisole, fingers playing along my rib cage, and they were accompanied by a low groan.
"Gwen, please don't leave."
I held perfectly still.I wasn't leaving.I wasn't going anywhere.I couldn't because he had me in a vice grip.
"Please, I'll do anything.Just don't go."
The pitch of his voice was so low he almost whispered.
He’s sleeping.
And he was dreaming that I was going to leave.This pleading, this willing me to stay, it was breaking my heart.
My gaze swung to the clock on the nightstand.It was six-thirty.I didn't have to meet Clarissa and Morgan for several hours, but I did have some work to do before then.
There was some twist in the algorithm that our developers were trying to fix, and the team had said something was wrong with the data set, so I just wanted to look at it myself.
But that could wait, because when was the last time someone held me and whispered and moaned in their sleep?
When Atticus's hands slid further up my top, I froze.
Oh God, I had to wake him up, because if I didn't wake him up, he was very much going to be palming my breasts, and well, after the last time, it was probably better that he didn't.
Except my libido was already up and awake, and I bit back a moan.
He was so good on the desk in my office.I could only imagine what he could do on a bed.
The imagery of him holding my hands over my head as he drove into me flashed through my mind and… Oh, Jesus.
Automatically, I shifted my hips back toward him, and he groaned again.And oh, there we go.Liftoff.
He palmed my breast, his big hand nearly enveloping the left one fully.Then his thumb brushed over my nipple, and a shudder rocked my body.
"Gwen?"It sounded like a question, and I sighed, trying to bite back the moan desperately but failing miserably.When he did it again, he tucked his face into my neck, his cheek brushing my collarbone."I thought I was dreaming."
"Atticus..."
He tested the weight of my breast again, kneading gently."You want more of what I gave you in your office?"
"Yes, but it was—" He cut me off with a pinch to my nipple, and I gasped.
"Don’t say it was a mistake."He hitched his hips, bringing his cock in direct contact with my ass.
Wait, what?When we'd gone to bed last night, he was wearing pajama bottoms.
It was his groan that had me unconsciously moving back to meet him again.
