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Hands gripping his shoulders, I rock my hips in search of any source of friction to ease this ache. I whimper when he nips below my jaw before lowering me so I can grind my throbbing core against him.
My eyes flash at the decadent pressure between my legs, how perfect he feels.
“Fucking hell. You’re a feral little thing, aren’t you?” he groans as I thrash in his arms.
If he only knew how timid I was in my everyday life—how unbelievably freeing it is to experience this—he’d probably laugh.
There’s a tap on the door, followed by Eleanor’s voice. “Molly.”
We halt instantly, our chests heaving and secret smiles spreading.
It’s impossible to hide my satisfaction at Rowan’s swollen lips, rumpled shirt, and untamed, sex-drunk gaze.
“Y-yes?” I call loud enough for her to hear.
“We’re getting ready to close, honey. Just giving you two a warning.”
I relax my head back when he eventually releases me and coax my thundering heart to slow. “Thank you, Eleanor.”
Wait. Closing time? That means it’s almost four-thirty, and I’ve got to be back at the shop by five.
“Guess we better finish up,” Rowan says before grabbing the discarded books off the floor and replacing them on the shelves.
A cold dose of reality dowses my fevered body.
Spending more time with Rowan is probably—no, it’s definitely—a bad idea. Besides, I’ve been down this road before, and while this was fun, the hard truth is we’re from two different walks of life.
Never mind his relationship with Sam and the Radleys. Hell, having to tuck my pride away to work the auction this weekend will be torture enough.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay.” I snip my curiosity where he’s concerned before it fully buds, and fish through my backpack for my library card. “You can use this to check out anything you might need, though.”
He frowns when I shove it into his hand.
I’ll get a new one printed another time. Right now, I need to get back to work, talk to Dad about my car situation, and find a way to keep pushing forward. Just like I always do.
“Good luck.” I cast one last look at him before dashing from the room.
Chapter Five
Rowan
I sit at the desk in Thomas’s office on Friday morning, waiting for Cayce, Patricia, and Sam to arrive for the reading of the will.
Tapping the end of a pen against my chin, I stare at the open pages of the yearbooks and newspaper articles I was able to check out from the library, thanks to Molly.
I’ve hardly gone thirty minutes without thinking about her irresistible floral scent or those ridiculous overalls.
I enjoyed our little back and forth, too. No one’s ever disarmed me as efficiently as she had, and definitely not that quick.
There’s no explanation I can conjure for the strange connection we had, but those expressive green eyes had me mesmerized. I would’ve done anything to spend more time with her, even if it meant pretending to need help with a library card, and that deeply unsettles me.
“Fucking hell.” I shift in my chair, getting hard at the thought of her eager hands groping my body and how she’d shamelessly writhed against my cock.
I don’t allow women to touch me like that, and I certainly don’t allow them to kiss me. Sex is a straightforward exchange. Giving pleasure gives me pleasure, and that’s exactly how I maintain control without getting caught up in any emotional entanglements.
Remembering how she left in a hurry, and that look of panic on her pretty face, has me shaking my head. I was too rough with her, too careless. She agreed to help me, had gone as far as to show me sympathy, and I’d blown it with my inability to emotionally connect with another human being.
“You on your way home yet?” Archer gruffs when I answer my vibrating phone.
