Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Yeah," I decide, grabbing the sign alerting patrons that I've stepped away and plunking it down on the counter. "I can help you."
Ash grins as I grab the stack of books Lilah brought in and then hurry around the counter, motioning for him to follow me. He takes the stack from me before falling into step behind me, his hand brushing my hip.
I fight a groan, trying to act casual, like he's just any other patron. I'm not sure if I succeed or not, but we make it to the elevator with only a few curious glances.
As soon as the doors close behind us, Ash is on me, pressing me back against the wall. "Fuck, I missed you," he growls, his lips brushing mine in a hard kiss. His beard feels like heaven against my skin. "I couldn't wait until tonight to see you."
"Ash," I moan, my hands fisting in the sides of his jacket to anchor him to me. The edge of a book digs into my ribcage, but I don't even care. His mouth is on mine, his scent swirls around me. I'm right where I want to be.
He grunts, biting my bottom lip.
The elevator shudders to a stop in the basement. For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just keep kissing, too caught up in one another to care. And then he pulls away with a groan, his sunglasses knocked askew on his face.
"You ever fucked in a library, beautiful?" he asks, his voice a deep, deadly rumble.
"What?"
"You ever fucked in a library?" he asks again.
"N-no."
"Good." He taps my hip, tugging me away from the wall of the elevator. His lips brush the side of my throat. "Then I'll be the first."
My entire body ignites, my knees trembling. I stumble off the elevator after him, only to run into his back when he comes to a dead stop just beyond the elevator doors.
"What the fuck?" he rumbles, glancing around. "This is part of the library?"
"It's where books go to die," I say softly, trying to see it through his eyes. I've been down here so often, the chaos is normal to me. But I guess it probably does look a little wild to anyone who has never seen it before. There aren't really any shelves. There are just long tables and heaps of battered books stacked everywhere. A few broken shelves litter one corner, with old computer equipment stacked in another. "We use it to store books donated by the community for our semi-annual basement sale."
"Ah," he says. "Where do these go?"
"That table," I say, pointing to the long table that houses the romance section.
He stalks that way, carefully depositing the stack on top before turning toward me. I watch, my stomach fluttering when he rakes the sunglasses from his face and then crooks a finger at me.
I don't even realize I'm moving until I'm standing in front of him, so close, I see the way his nostrils flare when he looks at me.
He hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. "Been thinking about you all day today, Loralei."
"M-me, too," I whisper.
"Yeah?" His lips quirk in a grin. "What were you thinking about?"
"Just you."
"Were you thinking about how good I felt inside you this morning?"
"Maybe."
His hand rakes down the back of my thigh, cool air brushing my skin as he lifts it. "Did you think about how badly you need me inside you again?"
"Yes," I moan, pressing my thighs together.
"Good." He angles my head, his lips inches from mine. "Because I haven't thought about anything else all goddamn day, beautiful. Every time I close my eyes, I see you falling apart for me. I hear you crying out for me. I'm losing my mind."
"Ash," I whimper, my fingers digging into his sides like that's going to hold me upright. It's not, though. Not when he's got his hands on my body, one already slipping between my legs.
He groans when he feels how wet I am. "Christ, baby. You're drenched for me." He spins me around, pressing against my shoulder to lean me over the table.
My hands flatten across the top, my fingers curling around the edges of two books, trying to keep myself upright. My legs nearly buckle anyway when he kneels behind me, tapping my thigh.
"Spread for me."
I do, my whole body shaking when I feel his breath on my sex from behind. And then his mouth is there. I fall forward, crying out softly as his tongue swipes through my folds, swirling around my clit.
My fingers claw at the cover of one of the books, leaving gouges across the title. I should probably feel bad about that, but his tongue is inside me, wreaking havoc on my body, and I don't feel bad. I feel like I'm flying and falling and fucking all at the same time again.