Page 25 of Librarian & the Rockstar

"M-me, too," I whisper.

"Yeah?" His lips quirk in a grin. "What were you thinking about?"

"Just you."

"Were you thinking about how good I felt inside you this morning?"

"Maybe."

His hand rakes down the back of my thigh, cool air brushing my skin as he lifts it. "Did you think about how badly you need me inside you again?"

"Yes," I moan, pressing my thighs together.

"Good." He angles my head, his lips inches from mine. "Because I haven't thought about anything else all goddamn day, beautiful. Every time I close my eyes, I see you falling apart for me. I hear you crying out for me. I'm losing my mind."

"Ash," I whimper, my fingers digging into his sides like that's going to hold me upright. It's not, though. Not when he's got his hands on my body, one already slipping between my legs.

He groans when he feels how wet I am. "Christ, baby. You're drenched for me." He spins me around, pressing against my shoulder to lean me over the table.

My hands flatten across the top, my fingers curling around the edges of two books, trying to keep myself upright. My legs nearly buckle anyway when he kneels behind me, tapping my thigh.

"Spread for me."

I do, my whole body shaking when I feel his breath on my sex from behind. And then his mouth is there. I fall forward, crying out softly as his tongue swipes through my folds, swirling around my clit.

My fingers claw at the cover of one of the books, leaving gouges across the title. I should probably feel bad about that, but his tongue is inside me, wreaking havoc on my body, and I don't feel bad. I feel like I'm flying and falling and fucking all at the same time again.

"Ash," I gasp. "Oh, God."

He fucks me with his tongue, grunting and snarling curses. His hands spread my cheeks, opening me up, allowing him to get closer, deeper. I writhe, choking on his name.

And then his tongue rolls over my back entrance, and I sob.

"Let it happen," he growls, flicking his tongue right there.

And God, I do. I push back against him, shocked and reeling. Delighted.

He pushes the tip of it against my entrance, thrusting two fingers inside me at the same time.

I come with a soft cry, my knees buckling as waves crash through me in a tsunami of pleasure. It's more intense than anything I've ever felt, a sky without end.

He growls behind me, and then he's on his feet, his chest to my back, his lips against my ear. "Fucking perfect," he growls, working desperately at the fly of his pants. "Even that little hole is fucking perfect, Loralei."

"Ash," I whimper.

My whimper bleeds to a moan when he notches at my entrance, pushing his way inside. I clench around him, clawing at the books, at the table, at anything in an attempt to root myself to reality. But it's useless. He's already inside me, fucking me hard enough to rattle books off the table. Hard enough to knock the air from my lungs every time he bottoms out.

I push back against him, loving the way his body covers mine and the way he kisses me everywhere he can reach. I love everything about the way he feels over me, inside me, like he's eclipsing the entire world, replacing it with him.

"That's it," he groans, his teeth sinking into the hollow of my throat when I splinter apart. "Come all over me, beautiful."

I do. God, I come so hard, nothing else exists. It's just me, him, and the books beneath my hands.

He follows me over the edge, chanting my name like it's the only thing he knows. Part of me, a part that's grown so impossibly large it's almost terrifying, kind of hopes it is the only thing he knows.

Ash helps put me back together with gentle, reverent hands and sweet words. Once I'm as presentable as I'm going to get, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest.

I burrow into him, my head against his chest. Part of me wants to stay right here, hidden in the basement, surrounded by him and books like the rest of the world doesn't exist. Except…it does.