Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
I jump in the car but I don’t even have a chance to close the door before he drives away, squealing out of the parking lot.
“Do you think she’s going to report us?” I ask him breathlessly, watching in the side mirrors as the gleaming glass walls of the library disappear. My heart is racing so hard I can hear it.
“Well,” he says, letting out a little laugh. “Let’s just say you should avoid that library next year. Or wear a disguise.”
“That was my happy place, you know!”
He raises his eyebrows suggestively. “And yet somehow I just made it a hell of a lot happier.”
I can’t think about that right now. I’m not even over what we did. My skin is hot and flushed, not just from the escape but the damn sex. I’m still aching inside from where he just was.
“Holy shit,” I finally exclaim, leaning back into the seat. “I can’t believe we just did that.” My head lolls to the side and I stare at him, wide-eyed. “I’m not sure that was smart.”
“It was the smartest thing we’ve ever done,” he says, turning up “Fur-Lined” by How to Destroy Angels on his stereo.
The jury is still out on that.
“Shit,” I swear. “My car is there.”
“You can get it tomorrow,” he says.
I look out the window as we approach the downtown core. “Where are we going?”
“My place,” he says.
He gives me a sidelong glance, razing his teeth over his lower lip. “You know I’m not fucking done with you.”
“You’re definitely not done with yourself. I believe you have a condom somewhere in your underwear,” I point out.
He looks back to the road. “Okay, maybe not my finest moment. All the more reason to get it right the second time.”
Despite the muffled protests from my brain, like someone yelling behind a bank vault, my legs are still weak and my lips still remember the taste of myself on his tongue, and my body knows just what it’s like to come with him inside me.
There’s no going back.
I push my brain aside. My body rules tonight.
CHAPTER 13
Blake
Holy fucking shit.
That’s the only phrase that keeps running through my head as I drive us through the streets of Victoria, heading to my apartment.
That, and bloody hell can Treebeard run fast!
One minute I was sitting in the library, reading over some of the filthiest shit my mind has ever had the pleasure of processing, the next minute I’m watching the creator of it disappear around the library stacks and it’s like every single nerd-boy fantasy I’ve ever had decided to come out to play.
The other day, with her body hot and soft under my hands, that loud, uninhibited moan, the way she pressed into my cock, I knew we were seconds from fucking. If we hadn’t been interrupted. I mean, I’m sure Amanda would have had a little freak out at some point because it’s taking all of her willpower and stubbornness to pretend she’s not attracted to me.
But I know she is. She just needs to shut off the part of her brain that thinks too much, and I refuse to believe that’s all that exists in her. I mean, her imagination so far has been as dirty as they come, and her real life fantasies can’t be that far behind.
So I followed her down the stacks. Dropped to my knees and gave her pleasure like she’s never had before, in a setting I’m sure is dear to her darkest fantasies.
I planned to stop it at that, but she was so wanton and needy and I was beyond turned on from tasting her like that, sinking into her from that angle, that I was ready to go.
And I still am. I’m not about to let her get away, to go back to her home and feel ashamed and pretend this didn’t happen. It happened. We both know it’s going to happen again.
I park the car in the garage and we ride up in the elevator, the tension between us shimmering and raw. I want to kiss her again, to taste her, hold her, bury myself so deep inside I don’t know where she ends and I begin. I know what she feels like now and you can’t let go of that too easily.
Once inside, I flick on the kitchen lights, giving the room just enough glow. I head to the bathroom quickly, getting rid of the condom and washing up.
She’s still standing in the kitchen, looking around like she’s never seen this place before.
We don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say with words.
I grab her hand and lead her to my bedroom, a place she’s only poked her head in before. It feels strangely sacred now, as if I haven’t had dozens of lovers in this bed, as if it’s been pure and waiting for her—a blank slate.