Page 13 of Librarian & the Rockstar

I turn slightly, but her leg catches the back of my knee. We go down like falling dominoes. I drop the book, grabbing onto her instead. Somehow, I manage to twist, but not enough to ensure she lands on top of me.

We land in a heap on the rug beside the coffee table, with me sprawled halfway on top of her, most of my weight on my arms.

She gasps beneath me, going completely still.

I mean to roll off her before I squish her. Really, I do. But she's so fucking soft, and she smells like vanilla and woodsmoke.

I freeze instead, a surge of desire firing through every nerve ending simultaneously.

Her body shudders slightly, and I feel her breasts against my chest. Fucking hell, I feel her everywhere, the burning heat of her pussy nestled right against my cock, her breath against my lips, her legs tangled with mine.

"Ash."

I groan, burying my face in her throat to breathe her in. At least, that's what I tell myself I'm doing. But my tongue dances down the tendon in the side of her throat, my teeth scraping her skin.

She whimpers, her hands fisting into my shirt. Her fingertips graze my skin, and rational thought spirals away.

"Tell me to stop," I rasp, dangerously close to doing something I can't take back, something neither of us can take back. I want to do it, so fucking badly I can't think straight. I don't want her to tell me to stop. I don't want to let her up. I want to stay right here, with her cunt against my cock until she's soaking me through her sweats.

"D-don't," she gasps, her head falling back. "God, Ash. Don't stop."

I don't. I can't. She's beneath me, begging me, and I can't fucking stop. I growl her name, my teeth raking down the side of her throat. One hand slides down her side, yanking her leg up over my hip to open her up to me.

She cries out softly, rocking into me.

Christ, she's so hot, so sweet.

I grind my cock against her, sucking and biting at the soft skin of her throat. "Jesus, Loralei," I hum against her skin, kissing my way to her mouth. "You feel perfect beneath me, baby."

"Ash. Ash, please!"

One small hand claws at my side. The other slides into my hair, pulling insistently, trying to get my mouth on hers. I give us both what we want, slanting my mouth down over hers.

The way she sobs against my lips is heaven. So is the way she rocks against me in response, grinding her cunt against the head of my cock in search of relief.

My tongue twines with hers, pulling it into my mouth to suck on it. I want to ruin her with my mouth, make her forget whatever she was reading and remember only this—the way she feels beneath me, how perfectly we fit. I want her addicted to me, the same fucking way I think I may be addicted to her.

"This pretty little thing is aching for me, isn't it?" I groan, shoving my hand into the waistband of her sweats. Her stomach trembles beneath my palm. "Can I touch it, Loralei? Tell me I can touch it."

"Yes. God, yes!" Her nails dig into my side again, urging me on. Her legs spread further in invitation.

My hand dips between her legs, precum spilling into my boxers when I feel her—not panties, but her. She's dripping for me already, bare and burning hot.

"Fucking hell." I bite her bottom lip. "You're so wet, baby."

"I know!"

"You want to come on my fingers?"

"Yes. Please, yes. Please."

If she keeps begging like she is, she's going to be coming on my tongue, my cock, and every surface in this cabin.

I part her slit, my eyes locking on her face. I want to see her expression the first time I touch her. I want to watch the pleasure take her as she unravels for me. And I want her to know it's me making her feel this way.

"Eyes on me, beautiful," I murmur, waiting until they flutter open, so dark they're nearly black, before my thumb touches her clit.

Her lips part on a moan, her body trembling.