CROSS ROADS

Atlas reached for her hand, shaking his head. “I don’t want to talk about that.”

He pulled her toward him, sealing their lips together. A spark ran down her body. She leaned into it.

His hands skated over her back and down, cupping her ass. He pulled her onto his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss deepened, and she moaned softly against him.

He broke the kiss, inhaling against her neck. “You smell so good,” he muttered into her ear.

She smiled, feeling his hands sliding up her back. He reached for her bra straps.

She leaned back, looking into his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” she asked, seeing frustration in his eyes.

He shook his head. “Maybe later. Right now, I just want you.”

She felt the love so deep in his words. She kissed him, allowing him to pull her shirt open and undo her bra.

The air bit at her bare skin, but he pulled them onto the bed and under the covers. She pressed into the sheets as his fingers scraped at her pants.

His lips kissed