Page 170 of Things We Left Behind
“If you’re sure. I’ll just run up and get my stuff.”
I’d have time for a quick shower and another run at my legs with the razor before Lucian showed up. I could also spend some time overthinking the lingerie I’d picked out.
I was so deep in my head that I was halfway into my office before I realized there was someone sitting behind my desk.
“Cheese and crackers!”
Lucian Rollins, in disguise in a ball cap and a black hoodie, looked perfectly relaxed sitting behind my desk reading a book.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Exactly what kind of defense is that?”
I looked down and realized I was holding my hands up in a cartoonishKarate Kidposture.
“What are you doing here? If someone sees you, the entire town is going to know that we’re doing the horizontal mambo before we even get started! I’ve already had to deal with a Knockemout inquisition for the past week with everyone and their brother asking me who I’m sleeping with,” I hissed.
“I got bored waiting. I thought this might speed things along.”
From any other man, it would be a compliment, a statement about how much he missed me. But Lucian Rollins was accustomed to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. And he was using me for sex. Lucky for him I wasn’t about to take the time required to teach him a lesson in delayed gratification, because I wasalsousing him for sex.
“Blaze and Agatha are locking up. So we can leave as long as you stick to lurking in the shadows, because I do not want to deal with questions about whatever depraved thing this is between us,” I explained.
“Get your things,” he said, rising from my chair. He closed my copy ofThe Midnight Library. I noticed my bookmark was still in place…and he was several chapters beyond it.
“Are you actually reading that?” I asked.
“I do know how to read, Sloane,” he said dryly. The amused yet dismissive way his voice caressed my name made me want to smack him in the face with the book. Conversely, italsomade me want to take his pants off and use his cock until I couldn’t walk.
I was still debating between the options when he rounded my desk, fisted a hand in my sweater, pulled me to my toes, and kissed the ever-living hell out of me.
There was nothing romantic or sweet about the way his tongue invaded my mouth. The way it conquered me, forcing me to follow its lead. My nipples budded, and my sex actually trembled. I lost the ability to breathe.
It was a kiss filled with carnal promises that I couldn’t wait for him to fulfill.
He released me just as suddenly. “Let’s go.”
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
It took us twenty minutes to make it to the parking lot. There were far too many patrons still lurking behind after the event. After I was stopped for the fourth time on the first floor, Lucian managed to slip behind the circulation desk and duck out the side door without being spotted. “Sorry,” I said when I found him leaning against my Jeep.
“You’re inconveniently popular,” he said.
“Where’s your car?” I asked.
“I had my driver drop me off.”
I reached around him to unlock the passenger door. “That’s awfully cocky of you to assume my blind hatred of you didn’t overtake my need for you naked.”
“I liked my odds.” With that, he took the keys from my hand, opened the door, and tossed my tote inside. “I’m driving.”
He had to push the seat the whole way back to accommodate his long legs, but he still managed to look comfortable, confident as he drove us back to my place. He asked me about the event and the author, and I did my best to answer, even though every sense seemed to be preoccupied with him. That full-body tingly awareness was even worse now that I knew what his body was capable of doing to mine. It felt like an electrical current charging my blood.
He pulled into my driveway, and I leaned over to punch the garage door opener. When we were officially alone and the door slid shut behind us, we exploded.
I released my seat belt half a second before he hooked me under the arms and dragged me over the console. I landed in his lap.
One inferno of a kiss and some dry humping later, he pulled back. “Go pack.”
“What? Why?”
