her head and sent a quiver of anticipation through her veins. Her heart beat a thunderous rhythm in the base of her throat. He held her by the wrists. The soft, worn leather of the old reference books pressed cool against the backs of her hands as he consumed her mouth. In contrast, the heat from his large hands when he released her poured over her flesh as he skimmed his fingers along the underside of her arms to smooth over her bosom. Appreciative gasps ripped from her lips. Hands still above her head, she invited him to devour her. He tilted his head, and his mouth roamed the length of her neck with insistent little nips to keep her attention and weaken her knees.
A desperate groan slipped from her lips while her body bowed as he moved lower to dip his tongue into the warm valley between her breasts.
• ●•
He had no idea if he was going to survive. She drove him higher than he’d ever been before, and he’d only managed to get his hands on her and kiss her. The sweet smell of her skin, the soft touch of her fingers—umm, well—the yank of her fingers. Desperation was evident in every move she made, every sound she emitted from her perfect, plump lips.
He cruised his mouth back up the length of her neck, enjoying the heavy weight of her perfumed breasts in his hands. He sucked in the silken skin over the racing pulse at the base of her throat. His tongue smoothed over the flesh he held in his mouth. He felt the groan reverberate through her throat and flicked his thumb over her taut nipple.
“Oh, oh.”
With a sharp jerk, she wrenched her fingers from his hair and grasped his shoulders.
Thrilled at her response and keen that at last he seemed to be going to get the chance to explore his mate, he repeated the move with his thumb, stunned she hadn’t yet exploded into a profusion of fireworks.
The firm grasp of her fingers tightened on his shoulders like steel clamps. She might be a little thing, but she sure was undeniably strong. He nipped her neck in retribution. She flung back her head, making him flinch at the loud thunk as her skull connected with the heavy leather-bound books behind her.
“I’m coming!” she shrieked, almost exploding his eardrums.
He reared his head back and stared at her. “Already?”
Bright puce flooded her face, her lips parted, and a small keening wail escaped her. Wow, she really was responsive. Her lush breasts heaved beneath his hands, and the thrum of her pulse escalated to join the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
“No,” she gasped. “No…the door.”
She gave him a firm shove. Off balance, he reeled backward into the opposite shelf. His hand caught a row of books and sent them careering to the floor as his lunchtime leisure break took off in the opposite direction, tugging her clothes into place and screeching at whoever hammered on the front door.
“I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Her voice impatient, the fast clip of her heels echoed against the stone floor as Matt glanced at the fallen books scattered all around. He hunkered down and picked one up.
The Elusive Orgasm—Have You Got Her Coming or Going?
Laughter spluttered out of him.
“Ssshhh!” How one small noise could be so vicious, he had no idea, except it sounded sharp and panic-stricken. She obviously didn’t want anyone to know she had an assignation. He stared at the book in his hand, gave a silent snort as he slipped it inside his jacket, and headed to the opposite end of the aisle to hide until he could slip unnoticed out of the front door.
He leaned forward to peer around the edge of the bookshelf and treat himself to one last look at the cute librarian who made his mouth water and his pulse thunder. Something uncomfortable happened to his heartbeat, but it was to be expected. She was his mate.
He could slide out the door or…nah, no way. It was too good to be missed. He enjoyed making the sumptuous babe blush, and the bright hue of her cheeks still glowed from their recent encounter.
A desperate groan slipped from her lips while her body bowed as he moved lower to dip his tongue into the warm valley between her breasts.
• ●•
He had no idea if he was going to survive. She drove him higher than he’d ever been before, and he’d only managed to get his hands on her and kiss her. The sweet smell of her skin, the soft touch of her fingers—umm, well—the yank of her fingers. Desperation was evident in every move she made, every sound she emitted from her perfect, plump lips.
He cruised his mouth back up the length of her neck, enjoying the heavy weight of her perfumed breasts in his hands. He sucked in the silken skin over the racing pulse at the base of her throat. His tongue smoothed over the flesh he held in his mouth. He felt the groan reverberate through her throat and flicked his thumb over her taut nipple.
“Oh, oh.”
With a sharp jerk, she wrenched her fingers from his hair and grasped his shoulders.
Thrilled at her response and keen that at last he seemed to be going to get the chance to explore his mate, he repeated the move with his thumb, stunned she hadn’t yet exploded into a profusion of fireworks.
The firm grasp of her fingers tightened on his shoulders like steel clamps. She might be a little thing, but she sure was undeniably strong. He nipped her neck in retribution. She flung back her head, making him flinch at the loud thunk as her skull connected with the heavy leather-bound books behind her.
“I’m coming!” she shrieked, almost exploding his eardrums.
He reared his head back and stared at her. “Already?”
Bright puce flooded her face, her lips parted, and a small keening wail escaped her. Wow, she really was responsive. Her lush breasts heaved beneath his hands, and the thrum of her pulse escalated to join the rhythm of his own heartbeat.
“No,” she gasped. “No…the door.”
She gave him a firm shove. Off balance, he reeled backward into the opposite shelf. His hand caught a row of books and sent them careering to the floor as his lunchtime leisure break took off in the opposite direction, tugging her clothes into place and screeching at whoever hammered on the front door.
“I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Her voice impatient, the fast clip of her heels echoed against the stone floor as Matt glanced at the fallen books scattered all around. He hunkered down and picked one up.
The Elusive Orgasm—Have You Got Her Coming or Going?
Laughter spluttered out of him.
“Ssshhh!” How one small noise could be so vicious, he had no idea, except it sounded sharp and panic-stricken. She obviously didn’t want anyone to know she had an assignation. He stared at the book in his hand, gave a silent snort as he slipped it inside his jacket, and headed to the opposite end of the aisle to hide until he could slip unnoticed out of the front door.
He leaned forward to peer around the edge of the bookshelf and treat himself to one last look at the cute librarian who made his mouth water and his pulse thunder. Something uncomfortable happened to his heartbeat, but it was to be expected. She was his mate.
He could slide out the door or…nah, no way. It was too good to be missed. He enjoyed making the sumptuous babe blush, and the bright hue of her cheeks still glowed from their recent encounter.
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