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"Something calling to you back there?"
"I love books. There's something about rare editions that I find so mesmerizing."
He came over to her and laid his hand on the small of her back to urge her back toward the room. "Well, come on."
She half turned to look at him. "Seriously? You don't mind?"
"I don't mind."
"I wonder if the homeowners would mind."
"I'll bet if the homeowners didn't want anyone in their library, they'd have put a sign up or locked the room."
She chewed on her lower lip. "You might be right."
"Okay, then, Belle, let's go explore the library."
Her lips tipped up. "Did I ever tell you that if I ever have a daughter I want to name her Annabelle?"
"No."
"One, because I'm crazy about the name Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and two, I fell in love with the name Annabelle the first time I read Poe's 'Annabel Lee.'"
He cocked his head to the side. "Those are total opposite ends of the Belle spectrum."
She laughed. "I know. But I still love them."
He took a seat in one of the comfortable wingback chairs in the library. "You're just full of interesting tidbits, Amber Sloane."
"Why, thank you, Will Madigan."
He sat back, sipped his beer and watched as she wandered the bookshelves. She occasionally exclaimed or murmured when she found some rare or first edition.
"Oh. The Great Gatsby. Wow, Faulkner. Oh, my God a signed Virginia Woolf. I might faint."
"Let me know if I need to catch you."
"Shut up," she said. "There are some magnificent works here. Who are these people?"
He shrugged. "People who love books would be my guess."
She swiveled to face him. "You don't like books?"
"I love to read. On my phone."
"I do that, too, but there's nothing like the smell of a book. Especially an old book. The pages have all that history in them."
"Yeah. Musty history and coffee stains and folded pages that sometimes fall out. I'll take a good book on my phone any day."
She wrinkled her nose. "Technology nerd."
"Thank you."
She had a book in her hand and sat in the wingback chair across from him. "What does it take to insult you?"
"Tell me I suck at playing hockey."
She laughed. "Can't do that, since you seem to excel in that particular area."
Of course he did. "Then I can't be insulted. Unless you tell me I'm bad at sex."
"Oh. Well, so far you're pretty good at that, too."
He arched a brow. "Pretty good?"
She lifted a shoulder while paging through the book in her hand. "I might need to be reminded."
He got up and took the book from her hand and carefully laid it back on its rightful spot on the shelf before coming back to Amber. He swept his hand over her face, cupped her neck and drew her close. He kissed her thoroughly, following the trail of satiny skin. Hell, her entire body was satiny skin. He kissed her jaw, nibbled on her earlobe, then trailed his tongue along the column of her neck, feeling the slight tremble in her body.
When he ran into clothes, he reached down to lift her sweater, sliding his hands underneath to palm her back.
"Mmm," she said. "I like your hands on me. Put your mouth on me."
He tilted her head back to search her face. "Where?"
Her eyes were pools of arousal. "Anywhere."
She lifted her sweater off, then released the clasp on her bra.
He liked that she was so open with what she needed. He cupped one breast, then fit his mouth around one pink nipple. It puckered like a soft flower against his tongue as he sucked. She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair, letting him know she liked what he was giving her.
He wanted to give her everything, to make her moan and writhe with every flick of his tongue over her body.
He drew her pants and underwear down, then spread her legs. When he tilted his head back, she was watching him with an intent, sensual gaze.
He cupped his hands around her buttocks. "Tell me what you want, Amber."
She shuddered out a breath. "Lick me."
There she was, standing above him, legs spread, tempting him with her wicked words. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans as he leaned in to swipe his tongue against the softness of her pussy.
She tasted like tart honey, her scent enveloping him in a haze of need. He'd wanted to be the one to mesmerize her, but he was the one who felt spellbound.
And the way Amber moved, undulating her sex against his face, made him want to take her right over the edge. He slid a finger inside of her, pumping faster as he sucked her clit.
"Oh, oh, I'm coming," she said, her body shuddering as she came.
Damn, it was good to feel her contract against his finger, to feel her shudder as he held onto her. When her legs quivered, he withdrew and pulled her down onto the floor, resting her head in the crook of his arm. He brushed his lips across hers.
She licked her lips. "You taste like my pussy."
Now it was his balls that quivered. "Do you always say what you're thinking?"
"Not always. Why? Shouldn't I?"
"You definitely should when we're naked together."
She raked a fingernail over his shirt. "I'm the only one naked here. And I was so lost in what you were doing that I wasn't even thinking that your friends might come home."
He hadn't been thinking about it, either. His only thought had been making her come. "You're right. Let's go upstairs."
She gathered her clothes and he grabbed his boots. He dumped his beer in the trash and they headed upstairs. Dave had told him his room would be the last one on the right. Amber, clothes piled up in her arms and seeming to not care at all that she was naked, stayed right next to him as he opened the door to the bedroom.
He flipped on the light.
"Oh, the room has a bathroom," she said, laying her clothes on the nearby chair and making her way into the bathroom. "And it has a huge tub, too."
He smiled and followed her into the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as she turned to face him.
It was a big bathroom for a guest room, with a nice-sized shower, a tub and a double vanity.
"This tub is spectacular. Want to take a bath?" she asked.
"What is it with women and bathtubs?"
She frowned. "I don't know what 'women' you're referring to, but the apartment in the village doesn't have a tub, and I love a nice warm bath."
"Then by all means, you should take a bath while we're here."
"So you don't want a bath?"
"I don't take baths. But you should go ahead."
She seemed to consider whether or not it was something she should do, but then she finally shrugged.
"I think I will." She wound her hair up in some kind of knot on top of her head, which by some miracle of gravity or geometry or something stayed put. Then she leaned over to turn on the water, giving him one nice view of her very sweet ass, which made his dick harden again.
He pulled off his shirt and undid the button and zipper of his jeans, letting them fall to the bathroom floor. His boxer briefs followed, and then his socks, until he was naked.
By then, Amber was in the tub, watching him. "What are you doing?"
He climbed into the bathtub, situating himself across from her. "Taking a bath."
"I thought you didn't take baths."
"Yeah, but then I saw your ass, and I changed my mind."
Her lips curved. "I see. Think you're going to get lucky in here?"
"I'm already lucky. I'm in the tub with you."
She raised her foot and pressed it against his chest, wriggling her toes against his pecs.
"I should get a tattoo," she said, her gaze roaming over his chest and shoulders.
"Yeah?" He picked up her foot, using his thumbs to gently massage the arch. She moaned. "And what tattoo would you get?"
"I d
on't know. Skates, probably."
"Good idea. Where?"
"On my foot." She sat up. "Could we do that here?"
"In the tub? Doubtful."
She tilted her head to the side. "Funny. You know what I mean."
"You can get tattoos almost anywhere."
