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He sees it too. The smallest shift in her, a new alertness that wasn’t there before.
And then he’s tilting her head and pressing his lips to her neck too.
A fleeting thought of jealousy crosses my mind. Reed looks hungry as he chases kisses up her neck and jawline. Dee’s eyes grow wide then flutter to half hooded, a small smile tweaks her lips. That look, that first look that shows she’s still there is what pushes the tiniest bit of jealousy right back out of me.
I want to taste her too. I want to kiss her in all the ways I should have all along.
Afraid I might break her or ruin the ounce of progress she has made, I’m careful with my movements. Slowly, ever so gently, I place my fingers under her chin and turn her face toward me.
She opens her eyes, examining me, watching my mouth.
“Landon.” My name on her lips sounds like a new realm of heaven. Not just a whisper but a want, a whimper. She says my name like it’s the word ‘please.’
Fuck.
Easing closer to her my nose brushes hers, her face tilting enough for our lips to meet. I can feel Reed lean away from her. Is he feeling that same envious notion?
If he does, it passes.
Fast.
A moment later and she turns her whole body toward me, her body pressing against mine so hard that it shoves too much wanting energy into my chest. With a steady hand, Reed sweeps her hair away from her neck so he can kiss there once more. His arms curl around her body, as he brings his seat so close to her, her back is pressing against him. The tips of his fingertips draw lazy lines underneath her chest. A daring question, a telling want.
Dee becomes a blooming flower under our touch. Opening up and coming to life with every eager kiss and every brief touch. I don’t want it to stop. Her lips pull away. The curve of her back presses into Reed harder, her head tilting toward him as her arms come up to reach behind her and threads her fingers into his hair. Their mouths brush slowly, he fucks her with his tongue so openly that I can almost taste her just from the sight of it.
My dick throbs painfully and I’m moving within less than a second.
Pushing my chair out from behind me, I kneel down in front of her. Her skin is smooth, soft, unblemished. My hands run up her bare calves, racing up to tease at the hem of her skirt. I grab her knees, spreading her legs just wide enough that my lips brush the inside of her thigh. The rasping moan that shakes through her just makes me want her more.
I need more. I need every fucking part of her.
“Oh, my god! This is not the place. Nor the time for this.” A shrill, shrieking, and not exactly what I want to hear in this moment, voice yells at us.
My head snaps up from beneath her skirt.
Reed and I lift our hands off of Dee, holding them up in surrender. The librarian glaring down at me, whose face is red and whose lips are puckered, points her finger at us in accusation.
“Get your stuff together and get out of my library. I’ll be passing along your little bout of… of… of…” She trails off, the hint of her ears that poke out from under her short grey hair turn pink. “Porn.” She hisses at us like porn is an obscene word that she’s never said before. “I’d like to see you try to kanoodle in detention.”
Honestly, I’d like that too.
But it’s best if I shut up right now I think.
Her index finger twists up to point at the ceiling. Certainly, a demand and a declaration on her part.
Detention.
Not exactly what I had in mind for Dee’s tutoring session.
Reed leans back from Dee but her body follows him. A clean cut, all-American, boy next door smile slices across his face as he beams at the librarian then it melts into a much more dirty and playful grin as his gaze meets mine.
His reaction isn’t the one that leaves me in awe. I’m not the least bit surprised by the impure and obscene thoughts that sparkle in his slate gray eyes.
Slumping against Reed’s chest Dee’s fingers crawl toward the very spot where mine had just been. My gaze follows every sweep of her fingers along her own skin. She stares down at her thigh, skimming the skin that peeks out just below her skirt, just as though she can still feel my touch. My kiss.
With rosy cheeks, her attention finally falls on me and her slightly parted plump lips turn into a smirk.
Twenty-Eight
