He grins in return.
I wander over to where he’s standing, taking the spot beside him.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him softly. Even though it’s only the two of us right now, it still feels odd to speak in a louder voice in here.
Our eyes meet in the reflection in the glass.
His lips lift at one side. “You.”
Goose bumps break out over my skin at his word. Desire coiling low in my stomach.
“Awfully pensive look on your face to be thinking about me,” I tease.
His eyes move from our mirrored connection to look directly into mine. “I’m never pensive when I think about you, Audrey. Only horny.”
That makes me laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You’ve made me this way with your sexiness.”
I’m pretty sure my eyeroll can be heard across the room. “Sure I have.”
“You have.”
He turns his body toward mine. Taking my hand, he tugs me into his chest. “I have never been this hot for anyone before.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him about his ex-girlfriends. See if he’ll open up to me about the one in Australia.
But I chicken out. Because if I ask Jack questions, then he will be at liberty to ask me. And I don’t want to answer anything about my past.
“So, you have a thing for library sex, huh?” I grin up at him.
He smirks. “I’m a writer. Sex among the greats is like a wet dream for me.”
I laugh. “Ever done it in a library before?” I ask. It’s a stupid question to ask because I’ve literally just broken my own don’t ask questions rule. God, I’m dumb.
I guess my need to know if I’ll be the first to have sex with him in a library or if I’m just one of many library fucks that he’s partaken in overruled any good sense I had.
Jack’s fingers move to the band holding my hair in a braid. He pulls it out, letting my hair fall down my back and around my shoulders. He fingers a lock of it. “First time. You?”
I won’t even try to deny how much it thrills me, knowing this is a first for him too.
“Never.”
“Good. Now, let’s lose our library virginities.” His lips crash down onto mine.
His tongue insanely seeks entry. I part my lips on a breath, letting our tongues tangle together.
He tastes like the sweet remnants of coffee and the gum he’s been chewing on and off throughout the day.
His fingers thread through my hair. My hands grip his waist as we devour one another’s mouths.
I’m moving backward.
Jack is guiding me toward the table he has spent the day writing at.
But I have other ideas.
Pressing my hand to his chest, I break the kiss.
I take a step back away from him. “Stay,” is my softly commanded order.
My trembling fingers go to the buttons on my shirt.
I slowly start to unbutton it.
Jack watches me with dark, hooded eyes.
My eyes skim down his body. His erection is visible and straining against his jeans.
It gives me a boost of confidence that any girl needs in order to do a striptease in front of a man. Her man.
Because that is what Jack is.
My man … the guy I’m dating … sleeping with … although we won’t be doing any sleeping anytime soon.
I reach the last button, the fabric parting, and slip the shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in my tank and bra.
Kicking a shoe off, I take another step backward.
Jack stays standing where he is, watching my every move. I see his hands fisting at his sides, like it is taking everything in him not to come to me.
I’m moving, shedding clothes as I go until I reach my destination. The first row of bookshelves.
When my back presses up against the books, I’m left in only my panties and tank top.
Jack is still fully clothed.
I hook my fingers into the band of my panties and shimmy them down my hips until they hit the floor.
I wish I could remove my top, finish the whole striptease for him, but I can’t. I’m not ready. I might not ever be ready.
Biting my lip, I look up at Jack through my lashes.
He looks like he is physically restraining himself to stay where he is.
Grinning, I lift my index finger and gesture for him to come to me.
Only I don’t expect him to move so fast.
He is on me in seconds.
His mouth back on mine.
He nips my bottom lip with his teeth. “I’ve waited for you all fucking day, Audrey. No more waiting. I’m fucking you now.” His words are sexy, hot, and everything in between, and they turn me on so much.
“Yes,” I gasp. The word echoes around the large room.
Jack’s mouth moves down my neck, kissing and biting.
My hands race to unfasten his jeans.
His go between my legs. He pushes a finger inside me.
“God, Jack,” I moan, my head thudding back against the books.
He growls this sexy-as-hell sound.
His T-shirt comes off.
I somehow manage to finish getting his jeans undone and push them down over his ass, taking his boxers with them. Neither of us bothers to remove them fully.
He grabs a condom from the front pocket of his jeans, and he rolls it on with deft hands.
How he is this steady right now, I will never know.
I’m a shaking, writhing mess.
Jack and I have never had sex this quickly before. He usually likes to have foreplay. Lots of it. But then we have never had sex anywhere but in my apartment.
Right now, he seems desperate to be inside me, and I am all for it.
His hand yanks down the top of my tank, and his mouth covers my nipple, sucking and biting.
My hands go instantly to his head, gripping the soft strands of his hair.
His lips make a path up my chest, back to my mouth, kissing me once.
Then, he rests his forehead to mine. Our noses aligned.
My chest is heaving. My breaths unsteady. About as unsteady as my
