We stumble into his tent, breathless, so caught up in the moment that nothing else seems to matter. The second kiss has lit a fire in both of us, and only our frantic touches are enough to put it out.
It was never like this—all the other times I came close to going further with a male lacked the frantic passion that suffuses me and Atlas. It’s like all the unspoken words, all the tension that’s been brewing between us since our first meeting, is coming to a head, and this time there’s no resisting it.
Atlas continues to kiss me, his movements hungry and passionate as his arms snake around me and pull me flush against his body. I reach up, tangling my hands in his hair as his tongue brushes against my lips, his hips pressing against mine.
I can feel his arousal through his jeans, and i
