Page 111 of Dead Pretty

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.