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He paused immediately. “You want me to stop?”
“Yes, No. It’s just too much. I need more. I–”
“Do you want me to make you come, Rachel?” Gunner asked. His voice was so deep with need that it was almost a tangible thing.
I almost came apart from the question alone. I nodded before I could second guess myself, and without wasting a second Gunner unbuttoned my shorts. The angle wasn’t working, so I pushed myself up just enough for him to work them down my legs to my knees. As he pulled my damp panties aside, his mouth was back on mine, and sane thought fled my mind like petals on the wind.
For someone so big, he was surprisingly gentle as he explored me for the first time, fingers parting the lips of my pussy before stroking inside, repeating the movements that made me arch my back and moan into his mouth. I was so worked up, so sensitive, that I almost jumped out of my skin when his thumb grazed my clit. He bros the kiss, laughing quietly before peppering kisses on my jaw.
When I felt one digit pressing against my entrance, I couldn’t resist looking down between us as he slid not one, but two fingers deep inside at the same moment his thumb rolled over my clit again.
“Gunner,” I gasped. “Just like that.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement, and the moment he curled his fingers upward, neither did I. I worked my body against his hand between heated kisses and even hotter words, and soon the pressure of his fingers stroking inside of me, paired with the sharp pleasure of his thumb working tight circles around my clit, caused the storm of arousal inside me to reach a fever pitch. When I came, I nearly sobbed, the ecstasy of it coming in waves, and waves exploding out from where his fingers continued to work inside me until I was spent.
I laid my head on his shoulder as I caught my breath while Gunner stroked my back. I was content, loose-limbed and satisfied until, like a lightning strike, I remembered that we were in a library.
I just got fingered fucked in a library, at a university, in the private historical books wing.Ooops. There goes my promise to behave myself.
When I snapped back to reality, Gunner did too, albeit with less frantic energy as I did. After all, he was still fully dressed. I pulled my shorts back on and bolted for the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face even as my legs still quivered from the aftershocks of what Gunner and I had just done.
That interaction had gone from light flirting to make-out session in record time, a testament to how intense the attraction was between us. We both had to have known it was a ticking time bomb, but I don’t think either of us expected it to go off in the fucking library of all places.
It’s bizarre, after how intimate things just were, that I felt weird returning to our reading nook and waiting for him to return from his own bathroom break. He looked as conflicted as I felt, but above it all, he looked undeniably smug. Ugh, men.
“So,” he started, “are we going to talk about that?”
“Am I allowed to say no?”
He smirked. “I’ll remind you, that I tried to shut you down with all the flirtatious banter at first, but you wanted to keep it up.”
“I was just looking for some confirmation that I wasn’t over here with ‘hearts in my eyes’, as you called it, if you didn’t feel even vaguely the same level of attraction towards me.”
“Well,” the smirk continued to grow, as did my compulsion to smack him, “does that answer your question?”
“You—I—ugh!” I threw my hands in the air in defeat, and his smirk blossomed to full-blown laughter. “So I guess that means you aren’t regretting what just went down?”
Gunner rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t say that I’m thrilled I annihilated all the rules I had ever set for myself as a professional in one fell swoop, and the location could use some work, but,” his expression softened, “I could never regret anything that happened between us.”
I was so relieved that I sank down into a chair and laughed, ignoring the note of hysteria trying to creep its way in. “Thank God. I know we just complicated things, but it’s not the end of the world, right? We’re adults. We can handle this.”
“It might actually be a good thing. Now that the top has blown off, the pressure is gone. We’re on the same page, so to speak, we just have to hit the pause button until we’ve found the statue. Agreed?”
There was a pinch of disappointment in my chest, but I knew he was right, on both counts. We should hold off on anything else romantic or sexual until we were done working together, and I did feel better now that we had, well, let off some steam. “Agreed.”
Gunner walked over, bending down to whisper in my ear, “Before we call it quits temporarily, I want you to know that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.”
I blushed and Gunner only chuckled, kissing the top of my head and returning to his book that sat sadly abandoned while we worked out all our issues. I dove back into my ragged leather journal, even though it was nearly impossible to get my head back into Ancient Egyptian history.
We worked for hours more, talking through and documenting anything of interest we came across, but it was clear that we were both growing less hopeful by the minute. The librarian came by a few times to check on us, which made me feel both ashamed of my earlier behavior and ready to burst into laughter at any second. Thank goodness the poor woman didn’t have more unfortunate timing, or Gunner and I might have been banned from all libraries in the state for the rest of our lives.
I was ready to pack it in when I heard Gunner suck in a breath. He turned a few pages rapidly before turning back, and muttering a quiet, “I’ll be damned.”
“What?” I asked.
“Come here, Rachel.”
The book Gunner was looking through was older, containing black and white photographs, and open to a picture of an ornate sarcophagus. I’d seen so many today that it took a minute to register what I was looking at, but when it did, I was in disbelief.
