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Looking at Dante and Lucian’s expressions, I can tell we’re all on the same page. This time she’s not getting away.
Dante
I know I shouldn’t, but I am. I should give her time, space, before inserting myself into her world, but I have to see her again. I need to know if that spark is still a two-way street. She seemed excited to see us yesterday. Maybe she’d welcome the chance to explore this more. Or maybe she’ll tell me I’m a creepy stalker and to never darken her doorway again.
I hike the stairs, two at a time, to the public library. My hands ball into fists at my sides to keep from shaking in equal measures of excitement and nervousness. I nod to the security guard before stopping in my tracks.
“Excuse me. Do you know where I might find Devin?”
“Ms. Black?” he asks, narrowing his eyes and giving me a once over. I must look like a mess to him, clothes covered in spatters of paint, hair tied up in a messy bun, and hands shaking in what I decide is excitement. But I’m not nervous, not even a little.
“Honestly, I don’t know her last name. She’s Devy to me,” I say with a full-on goofy grin.
He stands, still eyeing me speculatively, as though he doesn’t trust my motives for asking. Respect, man. “Follow me,” he says and starts walking deeper into the library.
We step through a high arch, and in the center of the room stands my angel, my muse, my Devy. I can feel my cheeks pushing up as my smile widens with the view. My eyes trail up her body, starting with the black Mary-Jane’s adorning her feet, up her sexy as sin legs that lead a man to need to repent for his sinful thoughts. A tight, cream pencil skirt highlights the curve of her luscious behind and hourglass waist.
My fingers tingle at my sides as my eyes caress over her pale pink blouse-covered breasts, remembering the feel of her silky skin and how well she responded to my caresses of her rosy nipples. I force my gaze to rise and take in the rest of her. With her hair twisted into a tight bun, and her bright sapphire eyes rimmed in thick black glasses, the entire look … God, she’s the embodiment of the sexy librarian fantasy.
The older man walks up to her and gestures in my direction. I can’t hear what he’s saying past the pounding of my heart and the thrum of blood rushing through my veins, but her wild eyes meet mine, and she nods.
Together, they walk in my direction, and he continues past me, a knowing smile on his face. Devin stops in front of me, looking around as if making sure no one else is watching before she asks in a low, frantic whisper, “Dante, what are you doing here?”
“It’s just me. No one else is here,” I say, trying to reassure her. Her shoulders drop, and her stance relaxes as she releases a sigh. I smile, having guessed correctly her worries about where the others are. “I wanted to see you again. I know I should probably give you space after yesterday’s impromptu reunion, but I’ve never been known for my rational thinking.”
“You don’t say? What are you known for?” she asks, the corner of her lips ticking up into a shy smile.
Oh, my angel, how I’ve missed you.
“Me? Mostly my lust. Lust for beautiful things. For bright colors and sensual feelings.”
A rosy flush crawls up Devin’s neck, and she ducks her head, trying to hide her face from me, but it doesn’t work. I watch in awe as that bright red hue settles in her cheeks.
Coughing, she regains her composure and stands taller. “So, what are you doing here? Did you need help finding a book?”
“Actually, yes. I’m hoping you can help me find something about using the human body as a canvas. The do’s and don’ts. What’s safe and what isn’t safe to use on a living canvas.”
“Umm, sure. Let’s see what we have here.”
I follow Devin to the information desk and wait as she walks around and settles herself in the seat behind the desk. The clicking of keys echoes off the high ceiling and marble walls as she quickly searches the online card catalogue. Her eyes scan the screen, and her lips pinch together in concentration. She mindlessly lifts her free hand to play with a lock of hair that’s fallen free of her bun.
My body ignites with lust for this girl. A primal desire to pin her under me and decorate her body in a myriad of colors, starting with that rosy blush she gets when she’s nervous or thinking naughty thoughts. My cock jumps, pressing against the fly of my pants, and I breathe a deep breath, willing it to chill the fuck out.
“Here we go,” Devy calls excitedly. “We have one that might contain information that you’re looking for. It talks about different kinds of body art and styles.” She jots something down on a slip of paper and stands. “Follow me, I’ll show you where it is.”
I follow Devin, trying like hell to keep my eyes up and not dip to watch the sway of her hips and ass as she walks. She looks over her shoulder and asks, “Stairs or elevator? We’re headed to the third floor.”
I stifle a groan as I picture her walking up the stairs. “Elevator,” I respond too quickly, stuffing my hands in my pockets to try to adjust myself without anyone noticing.
The grin Devin shoots me tells me she knows what’s going through my mind.
Devin walks through the halls like the angel she is, with grace and confidence. She leads me through a door to an enclosed room full of books on art and architecture. Moving through the stacks, she skims her fingertips over the spines, whispering the numbers and letters to herself.
“Here we are,” she says gleefully, coming to a stop and pulling a book off the shelf. She moves to turn around, but I place my hands on her hips, holding her in place, and peering over her shoulder. Her body goes rigid for a moment before she melts back into my hold. I slide a hand around her middle, slipping my thumb under the hem of the shirt to rub along the flesh of her stomach just above her waistband. A physical shiver races through her, and my cock twitches, pressing against her lower back.
“Dante,” she whispers, and fuck if my cock doesn’t jump at the sound.
I duck my head to rest my lips on the shell of her right ear. “Angel,” I whisper back, nipping the lobe of her ear and caressing my fingers over her flesh. My cock swells painfully as she presses further back into me, feeling her body react so naturally to my every touch, every breath ghosting over her skin.
