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I want to go for it. I want to be the girl who unabashedly takes what she desires. A mask I’ve never tried on before. Hopefully, it’s a perfect fit.
My toes rise until, somehow, all too slow and all too fast, we kiss.
His lips are soft, and it’s as if I’m tasting an explosion of colors for the first time. His hand moves from my jaw to the back of my neck, leaving a wake of heat.
“Mmm,” he moans against my mouth. Is that because of me?
I’m alive. I’m flying. The air glides over my skin as his tongue parts my lips. The book between us crashes to the ground.
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters as much as this.
Matthew’s arm wraps around my waist, dragging my body so close to his. Tasting him is now a craving I know I’ll never be able to shake. Every fiber of my being is effervescent.
Is it possible to feel like the sun?
The skin between my thighs grows slick. My hands vine their way around his neck, pulling him closer. Our mouths hungrily explore each other. Our breathing syncs, a muddle of silent groans.
“You.” Matthew’s breath brushes against my lips. “Are.” My back hits the shelves. “So fucking precious.”
A lustful possession purrs through me.Is he heaven?He must be.
I hike up onto the shelves behind me, settling myself on something firm.
Kissing my fake boyfriend in the fantasy section of my parents’ resort library is the wrong thing to do, but I can’t stop.
Matthew slips a hand beneath my thigh, steadying me against the shelf. The other hand dances at the crevices of my neck, his fingers pressing into me as if my skin were an ancient text and he was trying to inspect every inch.
“Matthew.” I shiver.
He pulls away, his irises dimmed with darkness. “Tell me what you need, baby.” His voice is heavy, dragging through me. Something pushes up against my stomach.
My eyes shoot open. No way. I press closer.
Matthew’s getting hard.
Wow.Am I doing that?I am. He wants me as much as I want him.
“I need—” I begin, but my request is cut short.
“Excuse me.” A gentleman on the other side of the aisle clears his throat. “Are you planning to check out any books?”
Oh god.
“Um.” I slide down the front of Matthew’s body, adjusting my hair and my matching Balenciaga set, which has crumpled together.
I bend down, picking up the book we dropped while Matthew grabs the second copy ofThe Stone Courtfrom the top shelf.
“We’ll be taking these two.” Matthew grins.
“Wonderful.” The elderly man takes the copies and disappears behind the shelves.
Matthew holds my hand and follows the librarian. My heart pitter-patters in my chest, and the flames inside me slow into a simmer.
I just kissed Matthew Hudson. In a library. A perfect moment that’s only found in books. No, it was better than perfect. That kiss surpassed fiction.
* * *
Toweringrock formations and cacti surround our trail. I kick a small pebble off the stone pathway and steal a glance at Matthew. He looks well rested. A perpetual, soft grin has been kissing his face since we woke up.
