Page 67 of The Librarian and the Rock Star

“Okay. That’s enough for now. I just need to know that we’re going to work on this together. Please, baby, just say that we’ll work on it. It might be a long process, that’s fine.”

“Yes, we’ll work on it. But please don’t push me, okay?”

“What are you afraid of?”

I stepped back, holding his face in my hands. “Jack, I need you to listen carefully. You have huge energy, and your life puts you in the spotlight all the time. I can’t handle that.”

“But you’re so–”

“Let me finish. We have very different worlds, which is fine, but I’m not going to be something I’m not.” I took a deep breath and smiled at him to try to calm the worried look in his eyes. “Jack, every time I’ve been with a man, I’ve lost part of myself, and gained nothing. I let people take control too easily. I do think I have a lot to gain from a relationship with you. If this is really going to go anywhere, it has to be slow and steady, so that I don’t freak out.” I ran my thumb over the crease in his forehead, trying to smooth away his stress.

“I’d never want to control you, baby.”

“I know you don’t mean to. But your huge personality is sort of overwhelming. Your band follows you, your fans follow you, and that’s great. You have to see that it’s a bit much for a shy bookworm, right?” He nodded. “And you have to respect the fact that I’m a behind the scenes person, who wants to quietly be in charge of her own little world. Nowhere near a spotlight.”

“Okay.” His jaw tightened as if he were trying to decide what else to say.

“So, yes, I will work on this... whatever it is, if you agree to let us take our time.”

His eyes softened. “Okay. I’m sorry I’m so intense.”

“No, it’s part of who you are, and that’s amazing. It’s just a little much for me sometimes.”

“I know one place where you seem to like me when I’m intense,” he said gently in a low voice, sliding his hands lower to cup my ass and pull me against him.

My giggle erupted before I could stop it. “And there is one place where I like you taking total control.”

“I have to say,” he purred into my ear, “I really enjoy taking control of you. But even more, I adore that you let me.”

“Then take me,” I said simply, surprising us both as I dropped my purse, then pulled my dress off over my head. I could feel the static in my hair making it a frizzy, witchy mess, and hoped to hell it looked sexy instead of insane.

“Sweet fancy Elvis,” he breathed. Suddenly Jack’s arms were around my waist, as he pulled my body into his. He unhooked my bra and spun me back to face him. His dark eyes were wild, animalistic. His lips were tight in a strange firm line. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

He pulled off my panties and threw me on the bed. Ripping off his clothes, he was suddenly on top of me, Kissing me hard, so deeply it was almost too much. When he finally took a breath, he whispered, “I saw you standing there in your beautiful lingerie, and I couldn’t stand it. I can’t believe that you’re here with me, so gorgeous and precious and clever and all mine.”

He kissed along my neck and throat as he slipped his hand between my legs, teasing me open. My breath caught in my throat as he slipped a finger into me. I couldn’t believe how sexy he made me feel. I couldn’t believe that I was suddenly caught up in his whirlwind life where he thought it was normal to just grab me and do whatever he wanted with me. I absolutely loved the feeling of being possessed by him.

Looking up at him, I fluttered my eyelashes, trying to look innocent. “Are you going to slide your delicious cock into me instead of sleeping early like a good boy?”

His eyes widened at my words, as if he couldn’t believe I’d just said that. He gave me a positively sinister glance, then began pressing the head of his shaft into my moist little tunnel. I spread my legs wide, hoping to create a little more room so I wouldn’t be quite as tight.

His tongue flickered across my delicate nipple, and I heard myself sigh. Then he bit me, hard. He silenced my shriek by kissing my lips again as he steadily worked his way in.

He felt so perfect, as if having him inside me was what I was put on this Earth for. I wrapped my legs around him and clung around his shoulders as he began to slowly thrust into me. I was too tight, it was too intense, then he bit my other nipple and I felt my inner juices flowing, welcoming him deeper.

It was absolute heaven, this pressure, this fullness, the way he kissed me so desperately. “Yes,” I moaned against his soft lips. He grabbed my ass roughly, tilting me so that he could glide deeper, and I heard myself whine, “Don’t stop.” At this angle, his pelvis was roughly rubbing against my clit, and I felt myself close to the edge in moments.

“You need me to take you like this,” he growled into my ear. “I can feel your body respond. Your pussy needs me.”

“Yes,” I breathed, totally overwhelmed by the sensation of my inner walls clenching around his hardness. My mind had completely checked out. I felt like I was floating, every nerve humming and igniting.

“You need me to come inside you.” The friction of our skin was almost too much sensation to process.

“Yes,” I heard myself whining. “Please.”

He slid one hand under my hips to hold me tighter against him so that he could sink inside me even further. His other hand was around the back of my neck, bringing my lips to his whatever he wanted. The way he possessed me was so passionate, so fierce.

“I’m going to…”

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