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When I looked up, his eyes were on me, and his breaths were short.
I straightened up. Realizing my hand was still against his chest, I dropped it. “I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen—”
He grabbed my chin and tugged my face to his.
Did I like being interrupted? Not usually.
Did I like the way his lips felt on mine? More than I’d ever liked kissing anyone else.
I leaned in as his hand circled my waist, basking in the warmth of his skin as his heart thudded against my ribs. Almost instantly, warmth spilled between my thighs. It wasn’t the most intense kiss of my life, not even the most intense kiss we’d shared, but it brought me this rush of energy yet filled me with this impeccable sense of comfort.
At this time twenty-four hours ago, I was washing his blood off of my hands, desperately trying to compose myself in the hospital bathroom. But now, he was here. His body was against me, his knee parting my thighs, his strong hands gripping my ribs.
He leaned back slightly, eyes meeting mine. Breaths heavy, he whispered, “Was that okay?”
Barely able to summon in air, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him back to me.
He pulled me in tighter, kiss deepening, biting my lip. A quiet moan escaped my mouth and vibrated into his. He held tighter, digging his fingers into my hip, sliding down to my ass, arching me closer, giving me leverage to grind against his thigh.
He squeezed so hard that I almost whined, but it sent me curving closer toward him. Fingers travelling lower, he dipped beneath my skirt, beneath my panties.
Mygrannypanties. Damn it. Poor planning.
“They hold your scent better anyway,” he murmured at my mouth. “But I want them off.”
My stomach flipped, and my cheeks flushed as I pressed my lips into his once more. We were going to have to find some work around for this because that was not cool. But in this moment, I didn’t care.
All that I cared about right now was satisfying the pressure that solidified in my stomach. Filling that urge within me for more. Forhim.
As I ripped open the button on his jeans, he jerked my panties down my legs, grasped my thigh, and lifted it around his waist. Practically the moment that I pulled back the fabric of his boxers, he shoved himself inside of me, and I gasped with pleasure.
“Are you on the pill?” he murmured as he thrusted in again.
Gasping, all I managed in response was a nod.
He smirked, grabbed my cheek with his free hand, and brought my mouth back to his. Then he went in deeper. So much deeper, so much harder, and it felt so fucking good.
Like the rest of existence ceased to exist. I didn’t see the library bulletin behind his head; all that I saw was him. His beautiful eyes as he nibbled my lower lip. The passion boiling through his pupils, the intensity as he studied each breath I took.
It’d been dim in his bedroom Saturday night—I hadn’t gotten to see that look. The hunger, the fire, the desire that spilled from his body.
Each thrust was somehow better than the last. I didn’t know how or why; the position hadn’t changed. But that expression was like pure concentration. Like he was learning me. Like he had to note each moan and groan I released to decide how to touch me next time. Like I was a new land, and he was charting every inch of me to make a fully comprehensible map.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been as attracted to someone as I was in this moment. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to exist here for the rest of—
He dropped my thigh, pulled out of me, and grasped my hips. I was going to ask what he was doing, but before I could open my mouth, he was behind me, and I was up against the counter. His warm, rough fingertips slid around my hips, yanked them toward him, and he slammed into me again.
It wasn’t a gasp that left me, but a moan. A moan so loud that one of his hands slid up my torso, grazed my breasts, tightened around my throat, then cupped over my lips.
“You’re supposed to be quiet in a library, Brooke,” he whispered at my ear.
Fucking Christ.
Kissing my cheek, the hand on my hip slid around to my pelvis, caressed my lips, then moved in a fast rhythmic circle against my clit.
My head rolled back in bliss, another moan pulsating into his palm. He chuckled and thrusted in harder, hitting something within me that made my leg tremble.
“Right there, sweetheart?” he murmured, thrusting in again. I groaned again, still hardly audible through his hand, relying solely on his strength to keep me vertical. “Nod if that’s a yes.”
