Page 61 of Until August
“The feeling is mutual.” My fingers curled around the nape of his neck. “Kiss me.”
His hands met my waist, but he made no move to grant my request. “You sure that’s what you want?” His eyes flitted over my face, searching for clues.
How much clearer could I make it? I was practically throwing myself at him. “I want you to do more than just kiss me.”
His thumbs, rough and calloused, slid under the waistband of my black pants and brushed over the soft, sensitive skin just below my hip bone. “I thought you weren’t ready for this.”
“You shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.”
His eyes were hooded, fingers biting into my skin as if he wanted to punish me for daring to make him want me. “I do a lot of things I shouldn’t.”
Then his lips crashed down on mine.
A shot of adrenaline surged through my veins, and I thought my body would burst when his hot, expert lips closed in on mine.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth, a groan erupting from the back of his throat that had me squeezing my thighs together and tugging on the ends of his hair.
I was frantic and desperate, and everything all at once.
“This is a terrible idea,” he murmured against my lips as he pressed himself into me and grasped my jaw, deepening the kiss.
His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth, turning my limbs into liquid.
I fisted his t-shirt. “The absolute worst.”
Our chests heaved, rising and falling in sync as he hooked his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifted me up.
My legs wrapped around his waist, and my back slammed against the shelves with so much force a pile of books teetering on the edge hit the ground.
I threw my head back with a laugh, feeling slightly unhinged.
“But the best ideas always are,” he said before claiming my lips again.
The consequences of our actions were completely forgotten in the heat of the moment.
He dug his erection between my thighs, and my core clenched. The throb intensified when he grabbed handfuls of my ass cheeks and squeezed them in his palms.
His tongue trailed down my neck, sucking hard on the skin just below my collarbone.
“More,” I begged, clawing at his shoulders, my back arching away from the bookcase. It had been so long since someone had touched me like this. I wanted more. I wanted everything he had to give me.
“Fuck me.” I panted, my hands clutching the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp.
“So crass.” He rolled his hips between my legs, eliciting an involuntary moan from me. “So greedy. You deserve a bed,” he rasped.
“Beds are overrated.”
“Your office has a glass wall.”
At that moment, I didn’t care about getting caught. I didn’t care about anything except chasing the high and finding a release for all my pent-up sexual frustration. “Then we’d better be quick.”
“Pretty sure that won’t be a problem.”
I grabbed his face in my hands and gave him another soul-searing kiss. “Good. I want it fast and dirty.”
“You’re in luck. That’s my specialty.”
He spun, still holding me, and careened toward the desk, then lowered me to the ground, my body sliding against his before my feet hit the ground and our mouths collided again.
