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It’s Thea, straight out of my fantasies.
She’s wearing a tight black skirt that stops just above her knees, but with a slit up one side that exposes a glimpse of creamy leg. Her button-down shirt is open one button past decent, her cleavage on tantalizing display. A pair of tall black heels and a dark red cardigan complete her outfit; the sexy librarian look I described to Thea one night before bed.
“Ben.” Thea walks closer to me, her eyes sparkling blue behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her voice is sultry as she continues. “I discovered something. You have some overdue books.”
I gape at her as she undoes one more button of her shirt, showing off a barely-there white lace bra beneath. The fabric is so thin, her nipples are clearly visible, tightening as my gaze moves across them.
As I stare in silence, she takes her hair down from the tight bun it was in, curls spilling wildly across her shoulders. “I was thinking… maybe you could… work off your fines?”
It’s all so much. My brain is short-circuiting. Thea with her gorgeous curves and her big blue eyes and those curls going everywhere. The sexy bra and that tight skirt and the way her breasts are moving along with her rapid breaths… and she did this for me. My fantasy.
But her concussion. I don’t want to hurt her. So I’m frozen with indecision. Touch Thea the way I want, scoop her into my arms and ravish her, or do the much less fun and responsible thing.
“Ben?” Her tone pitches up, worry bleeding into her words. “Is this not… you don’t like this?” The sparkle in her eyes has been replaced by anxiety, and a dull flush spreads across her cheeks. She reaches up to re-button her shirt. “I just thought…”
Shit. I’m screwing this up.
“No, sweetheart, I love it.” Stilling her hand, I brush my fingers down the swell of her breast. “You’re… this is… I was speechless. But not in a bad way. Not in the least.”
Her eyes are big and worried. “Are you sure? I just… Since we have time to ourselves… and it’s been so long…”
I could smack myself. Thea trying to recreate my fantasy isn’t some small thing for her. And the thought of her planning this, finding the outfit I know she doesn’t own—she wouldn’t actually wear this to her job—it makes my heart swell with incredible love for her.
So I do one thing I want, at least, and sweep her into my arms so quickly she squeaks and clutches my neck. “You look amazing,” I tell her as I move toward the bed. “Beyond amazing.”
Lowering my head, I capture her lips with mine, tracing my tongue along the seam before dipping inside. She opens for me, her tongue tangling with mine, a sensual dance that makes me even more desperate for her.
When I break the kiss, I gently lay her down on the bed, my chest seizing at how unbelievably sexy she looks spread out before me. “I want this,” I grit out. “I want you so badly. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Thea holds my gaze. “I’m okay.”
“But your head—”
“Is fine. I’m fine.” She pats the bed next to her. “Come here.”
I sit beside her and my hand moves to her breast of its own accord, my thumb brushing across her taut nipple. “Thea. You’re beyond… this is…”
“Ben. We can be careful. But I’m tired of feeling sad and worried. I have the most incredible man in the world, and I want to celebrate that. And I want to be with you. I need this; to feel you inside me again. Unless you really…” she trails off, then more quietly, “unless you don’t want to have sex with me.”
How can I say no to this perfect woman? The one who hasn’t just stolen my heart, she’s captured all of me?
“I want to make love to you,” I growl, need pulsing through my body. “But we will be careful. Or—” I pause and give her a teasing look. “I won’t pay all of my fines. I might even make more.”
“Oh.” Her eyes darken to a deep twilight. “We wouldn’t want that.”
Decision made, permission given, I can do what I’ve been aching to do since I first walked in the room.
Which is to slowly peel all her clothes off, kissing her silken skin as it’s revealed.
First it’s her cardigan, then the half-undone shirt. And I take my time with it, dropping a kiss each time I unfasten another button. Thea starts to sit up and I gently push her back to the mattress. I hold her there for a second before telling her, “Don’t move. Not until I say it’s okay.”
It’s a gentle command, but her gaze flares with heat. “Okay, Ben.”
Once her shirt is gone, it’s on to the bra next. I plump her breasts with my hands, suckling at them, swirling my tongue around the hard points. Thea moans and arches toward me, her breathing getting faster and faster.
After I slide her skirt down and off, I reposition myself between her legs. And then I kiss her again, this time through a layer of filmy lace. The fabric is already soaked, and I’ve barely even started.
I stroke my tongue along her folds, sucking at the little bundle of sensitive nerves, holding her hips in place when she jolts at the sensation.
