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A minute later, Kodiak slides it open and pulls it shut behind him. He frowns when it doesn’t close all the way.
I’m about to tell him this might not be a good idea, but he takes my face between his hands and bends to kiss me. It would actually probably be a lot easier for him and his neck if he dropped to his knees, but there’s something about the way he’s willing to suffer in the name of making out with me that’s . . . almost sweet. Although, I think it’s part penance for being a giant dick to me for a lot of years and also possibly because he enjoys being the big protector. Boy-men are strange creatures.
After several aggressive strokes of tongue, I finally bite his. It’s meant to get him to stop, but instead, all it does is make him groan. Eventually I put a hand on his forehead and push. “You can see our profiles through the door,” I whisper.
He glances up, his supercharged brain finally firing on more than just the sex-cylinder. He surveys the small space. “I have an idea.” He drops to all fours and tucks his huge body under the desk, pushing out the single chair and giving it a pat.
I give him a look, because this is a seriously bad idea.
He tips his head to the side and mouths please.
I have no idea how he plans to make this work, but weird things are happening in my body, and I’m actually curious to see if he can pull it off. I shrug out of my coat and hang it on the hook by the door, which helps to cover the gap. I take a seat and pull out my binder, setting it up so it looks like I’m working on something. I drop my bag by the leg of the chair, to hopefully hide Kodiak’s ridiculously large body tucked under the desk.
“This is insane,” I mutter.
My face feels like it’s a million degrees right now.
Kodiak slides his hands up the inside of my legs and under my dress. I feel something hard and cold moving along with it, which spikes my anxiety again.
“What is that?” I whisper-hiss.
I get my answer a few seconds later when I hear a faint snip and the tear of fabric as he rips the crotch of my tights open.
I kick him under the desk. What if he’d cut me? And why didn’t he pull them down instead?
“Sorry. Easier this way.” All I can see are his eyes, and they’re far from sorry; they’re full of a million other fleeting emotions, hunger the most prominent. He slides a finger under the crotch of my panties and presses his face against the inside of my thigh to muffle his groan. I grip the edge of the desk, working to control my breathing and the wild panic that makes my heart race.
He slides one finger inside me. It’s callused and rough, but I clench around him, knowing that later tonight he’ll be inside me, filling me, quelling the ache, feeding our new obsession, which happens to be the magical, calming properties of sex and orgasms. He pumps a few times, mumbling about how soft and wet I am.
I shush him, and he bites the inside of my thigh. His finger disappears, and I clench my teeth against the urge to complain. A slurping sound and a low growl follow. And then he pulls me to the edge of the chair, pushes my thighs apart, noses my panties out of the way and rubs his face all over my vagina, sort of the way a cat does to its owner to mark its territory. He laps at me, swirling his tongue around and around, dipping inside and swirling again. I grip the edge of the desk with one hand and drop the other to the top of his head, fisting his hair, guiding him to prevent me from moving my hips.
This particular act—so vulgar, so intimate, such a sensory overload—has to be one of my favorites. I love the feel of his tongue on me, the way he grips my hips, the sounds he makes, like he can’t get enough, like he’s been dying for my taste.
Except we’re in a study booth in a library, so all the little noises he’s making are a problem. “Shut the fuck up, Kodiak,” I whisper.
He turns his head and bites the inside of my thigh so hard this time that I clamp my legs shut on his face. He pries them apart and dives back in, this time using teeth and suction, and I nearly shoot out of the damn chair. As it is, I have to shove my fist in my mouth to keep from making sounds. And all the while my heart is beating frantically, aware that if one of the security guards should pass by and hear us, we will definitely be banned from the library.
