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“Yes, ma’am,” I snicker. I reach the waistband of the delicate thong and slowly ease them down her legs until she lifts her feet one at a time so I can slip them off. I hurriedly stuff them into my pocket, anticipation already thrumming through my veins at how wet they are.
“Put your leg on my shoulder,” I whisper, my hand already reaching around the back of her thigh to help her. She sucks in a sharp breath, but does as I say, easing her thigh up to rest on my shoulder. Grinning up at her, I watch the desire flicker across her face as she looks down at me. I shift her skirt over my head, leaving her delicious pussy in the perfect place for me to devour.
I leave one hand on her thigh to keep her supported while gripping her ass with the other, and I press my mouth right against her dripping core. I run my tongue over her and hum in approval as her delicious arousal coats my tastebuds. She bucks against me at the sudden caress, her need driving her to get as close to me as she can as a soft moan slips from her lips.
“Shh,” I whisper again, and she shudders as my breath caresses over her clit.
I latch back onto her clit and suck it between my lips. Her fingers dig into my shoulder and the pressure urges me on. I switch between circling my tongue around her sensitive nub and plunging it into her tight channel, flicking and rolling it with each stroke.
Her movements become more desperate as she presses into me, driven by the pleasure that’s clearly coursing through her body. I can tell she’s close, nearly at the edge of that precipice, but there’s something I need from her before I bring her there.
“Say my name,” I growl. Her cries of pleasure nearly drove me insane yesterday, but I wish my name had been on those lips. “Say my name if you want to come.”
“Denver,” she says, her breath shuddering as she tries to keep her voice low. “Please, Denver. Make me come.”
I grunt at the sound of my name on her lips, wishing we weren’t in public right now so I could make her scream it until her throat goes hoarse. I shift my hand from her ass and sink two fingers into her soaked core as my tongue circles around her clit. Increasing my pace, I feel her body shake under my touch as I curl my fingers inside her.
Her pussy clenches around me, a low moan slipping from her lips as her fingers dig into my shoulder. She clutches me desperately and my hard cock throbs against my pants, wishing I could turn her around and play out the scene from the closet yesterday.
I work her through her climax, wishing this moment wouldn’t end so that we could stay here with our guards down, our responsibilities just a distant memory, but deep down I know it can’t.
Reluctantly I pull back, getting my last taste of her delicious arousal on my tongue before I slip my fingers out and duck back out from beneath her skirt. I slowly rise to my feet, loving the way she gazes up at me, her limbs still loose from the ecstasy coursing through her veins.
She pulls in a shaky breath, her eyes glued to me as I suck my fingers between my lips. I groan at the look of hunger, wishing not for the first time that I could take her back to my room and show her the pleasure I could really give her if we got an entire night alone together.
“Give me my panties back,” she demands, still leaning against the bookshelves as she recovers from the intense orgasm I just wrenched from her body.
“Oh these?” I ask coyly, pulling the black lace thong from where I shoved it in my pocket. She reaches for them, taking a step towards me on shaky legs. Her fingers nearly close around the delicate fabric when I murmur, “Reditio.”
The fabric disappears in a flash as I send them to my room, leaving her hand to grasp mine as it drifts through thin air.
“Aww if you wanted to hold hands so badly you could’ve just asked,” I say, a mischievous grin spreading across my face as hers twists in outrage.
“Bastard,” she growls and yanks her hand out of my hold with a huff.
“I might be, but now you’ll be reminded of this bastard every time a gust of air brushes against that delicious pussy of yours.”
“I hate you,” she snarls, pinning me with a scathing look before she turns on her heel and stomps off down the aisle.
“Hate you too, sunshine.” I chuckle, finally understanding just how thin that line between love and hate truly is.
Chapter Ten
Aria
Myheelspoundonthe carpet as I stomp down the aisles of books and hope this way will get me to the damn exit. Even if it doesn’t and I end up getting lost in this maze of bookcases, at least I’ll be away from that asshole. The memory of him slipping his fingers between his lips, his groan of pleasure just from my taste alone keeps replaying in my mind. That stupid, sexy, arrogant smirk seems to taunt me no matter what I do.
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s like the second he gets close to me and his voice takes on that dark, seductive tone, I lose all common sense. I promised myself I wouldn’t let myself get swept up in that again, and then the very next day he has me pinned against a bookshelf, one leg in the air and my core on full display for him, wet and ready to devour. It’s honestly a wonder that I can even walk properly so soon after the earth-shattering orgasm he brought over me.
But despite the obvious attraction between us, he’s bad news—not to mention the fact that he stole my panties. I grit my teeth as I suddenly become very aware of that fact, my skirt seeming far shorter than it had before I walked in here. Despite the anger that flickers in me, I can’t deny there’s a hint of excitement there. This man is seriously going to be the death of me. I love the buildup though, the tension between us is intoxicating and when it finally breaks and his lips come crashing down on mine, it’s the biggest rush of exhilaration and pleasure I’ve ever felt.
I have to make sure I keep track of the sneaky bastard from now on because what happened there can’t happen again. I’d just found that book about the realms and was skimming the pages when he took me by surprise. The book was innocent enough but if he’d seen it, I’m sure he’d have questions. I can’t have any more attention on me than I already have because if anyone suspects—I cut that thought off, not even wanting to entertain the possibility anymore. It had to have been a dream. I imagined all of it last night, right? But Damon had felt so real. Despite not knowing what type of creature he is exactly, I felt every touch like it was happening in the real world, like it had felt with Denver a few minutes ago.
My mind drifts to Denver’s warning, the thoughts alone making my hackles rise. I could direct my frustration towards him and the audacity he has to stick his nose in my business, to even imply that I was looking at Landon in any way other than as a professor, but I’d just be shooting the messenger at this point. Denver is warning me, looking out for me, just as he had yesterday. Even though I might not like his delivery, he still came to me about it rather than getting me into hot water, which he would have done if he truly hates me as he says.
My shoulders slump in relief at the sight of the muted sconce light at the entrance of the library. The elderly librarian still sits with her face nearly plastered on the computer screen, completely unaware of what just happened on the other side of the cavernous room. I hurry past her, unable to even look at her for more than a second as my cheeks burn with embarrassment. What the hell is it with that man that makes me lose all common sense when I’m around him.
I rush towards the door, the air seeming to nearly suffocate me now. The moment I reach the door I turn to the thick wooden railing and lean my back against it, needing a moment to catch my breath. My heart jackhammers as a thrill bubbles up in me, my excitement and terror both warring for dominance.
