Page 74 of Ronen
Since Emily didn’t count, I slowly nodded, not sure my tongue had the ability to make actual words yet.
“Good,” he grinned, then slowly popped each button open on his coat.
Eyes fixated on his fingers, I couldn’t look away. It felt like with each button he undid, I was either breathing too fast or not enough. When all the buttons were undone, his long fingers slowly started on the zipper I hadn’t known was there.
From my extensive…research on dusters, I knew that some were equipped with zippers located underneath the placard as an extra layer of protection against cold temperatures. My research hadn’t warned me that watching someone slowly unzip one would cause my own temperature to rise.
When bare, tan skin peeked out from the gap in the material, I might have squeaked. Or moaned. Some strange combination of both.
Inch by slow inch, Mason revealed a bit more skin, until there was no more zipper. Glancing up at the camera on the wall, he pointed towards the door, then turned to the left and started towards the tall stacks of books.
When he was well out of the camera's range, he took a step backwards, and opened his coat enough to reveal he was stark naked beneath his duster. His cock already standing thick and proud.
“Lock the door, Ronen,” he ordered, his voice low and rumbly, and I scrambled around the desk to do just that.
The sight of Mason naked with his duster flared out around him, wearing nothing but his cowboy boots, his hat, and a naughty smile burned in my brain.
It was all my cowboy kink fantasies come to life!
I turned the lock so fast and hard that I was surprised I didn’t break the thing.
“I need to lock the back door!” I called to Mason, then glared at Emily as she appeared in front of me.
Doing a sort of walk run to the back entrance, I shooed Emily as I went.
“Go away!” I hissed through clenched teeth. “Find something to do and tell the others. Do not disturb us for…just wait until tomorrow morning to bother me.”
Hitting the panel of light switches on the wall, I turned everything off except the lights over the checkout desk, then I hurried into the now darkened stacks Mason had disappeared into.
A strong arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against him.
The heat of his flesh warmed my back, as his lips kissed a hot trail down the column of my neck. Tilting my head to give him better access, my eyes closed and a needy moan escaped me.
Snagging my arm around his neck, I pulled him closer to me, my fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. Careful to not knock his hat off. The hat needed to stay!
Mason spun me in his arms, and I looped my arms around his neck in a loose hold.
“I want to fuck you in the middle of your books, Ronen,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming, the pupils wide and filled with desire.
He started to shrug out of the duster, and I shook my head, tightening my hold on him.
“No,” my voice was just as raspy as his, “leave it on. All of it. The hat, the boots, but especially the coat.”
Mason chuckled, the sound deep and dark. Heat flooded my body at the sound, goosebumps spreading across my skin that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
When had I started needing Mason like an addict needed his next fix?
Because my body craved this man like it craved oxygen to breathe. But it was more than just a physical need. Somewhere over the last few weeks, months, of dinners and movies, the getting to know you stuff, and the we’re-having-a-baby reality, I had started needing Mason for far more than just sex.
His lips devoured mine, until we were both breathless, panting, and moaning. My hands roamed over his bare skin beneath his coat, while his quickly divested me of my clothes.
Until I was standing at the end of a row of books, stark naked, very glad that this part of the library had no windows.
Mason’s stormy eyes roamed over every inch of my bare skin, and I fought the urge to stand tall and preen under his desire filled gaze.
“You’re so beautiful, Ro,” he whispered, pulling me into him. The material of his coat wrapped around us both, and not for the first time I marveled at how well my body slotted into his.
His sizable hand covered the soft swell of my just beginning to round baby bump, caressing gently.
