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“I need you to kiss me. Now. Before I change my mind.”
His eyes pop open, and his grin is back. “Thank God.”
Zack slides his hand to cradle the back of my head, his fingers sliding into my tangled mess of hair. Every inch of my body is aware of every inch of his as anticipation races through me.
At the first touch of his lips, I close my eyes and sink into their firm strength. We’re touching, just barely, and already I feel as though I’m moments away from coming apart.
His thumb strokes the side of my face, while his other arm pulls me closer. I’m helpless to resist as every inch of my body screams to be even more intimately acquainted with him.
I’m not just tired of fighting this latent pull toward him. I’m eager to explore.
So I kiss him back. I apply more pressure, allowing my own fingers to lace in his hair and dig into his side.
He makes a low sound. Almost like a gasp or a groan. It’s music to my ears.
Correctly reading my cues, he deepens the kiss. Our lips move against each other. Softly nibbling and gently encouraging each other to keep exploring.
Somewhere in my head, I can’t believe this is happening. That Zack Strovers is kissing me. That I’m kissing him. But with every second and every touch, it’s a voice that’s getting quieter. Especially when nothing has ever come close to feeling as good or right as this right now.
I don’t want this to end.
On that, I part my lips slightly so I can nibble on his bottom lip. This time, there’s no doubting his groan. He grips my ass, pulling me even more closely against him as his tongue touches mine.
Everything is a blur. A sweet, intoxicating blur. I’m used to having a thousand thoughts flying through my head all the time, but right now they’re silent. There’s only us and this kiss and the sense of peace and contentment it brings.
Peace and contentment from Zack. Who would have guessed?
As our kisses become more passionate and intense, I find myself on my back. The discomfort of the hard, wood surface of the library desk is forgotten as the delightful pleasure of feeling Zack’s hard body over mine takes control.
Why have we been fighting this for so long? Why have we just plain fought? Was it always both of us hiding our real feelings for each other? It’s hard to say. But the physical and emotional barriers we’ve always erected between us are long gone now.
I slide my hands under Zack’s shirt. The muscles of his back contract under my fingers as he trails kisses along my jaw. My body is fluid with desire, I can’t resist pushing my pelvis up slightly so I can feel even more of him.
I don’t just want to feel more of him. I want to feel all of him.
We’re so consumed by the kiss and each other’s touch, that we don’t hear the sound of the library door unlocking or it creaking open. It isn’t until the jingle of the janitor’s keys grows louder that we both freeze.
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Shit,” Zack says back.
He rolls off of me, and I push myself upright. I run my hand over my hair, hoping to smooth it down with little success.
At least we aren’t still about to dry hump each other as the janitor rounds the corner.
“Whoa,” he calls out. “What are you doing here? No, don’t move.”
There’s a click and he pulls up a flashlight. Zack and I groan in unison as we cover our eyes from the blinding light.
“It was a mistake,” Zack calls out. And I hope he just means us being stuck here. Not what we were doing. “We were with the reunion group on the tour and we got locked in here overnight.”
“Hmm.” The janitor lowers the light, and I’m still seeing stars for a few seconds. “That’s funny. We don’t usually lock that door during the summer. I wonder how that happened.”
“Your guess is as good as ours,” I grumble.
Zack gives a low chuckle, and we exchange a sidelong glance. The twinkle in his eyes nearly takes my breath away. I don’t think I have to worry about him thinking our kiss was a mistake.
“If you wouldn’t mind giving us a few minutes,” Zack says, turning back to the janitor, “we’ll pick up our things and be out of your hair.”
