I get up
and see her standing near my book case, checking out all my books, her fingers
drifting over all the books like they’re treasures to her. They probably are.
To me, they’re just books I used to read, but can’t remember a thing from.
Her curly
hair drops down her shoulders and gently wafts back and forth, and it
compliments her beautiful body. I like looking at her, the way her feet barely
make any sound as they touch the floor, the way she explores my secrets with
great interest, the curves and lines of her body. Her luscious, perky ass
catches my attention as she shifts her weight from one foot to another.
Thoughts about grabbing her ass and pinning her to the book case shoot through
my mind. I can’t stop looking. And I can’t stop licking my lip in anticipation
of what could happen if I just took what I wanted. And what I want is her.
I’m not
even thinking about it before stalking toward her. I want her so badly, the
wantonness is taking control of my mind. Consuming me. I need to be close to
her, need to know what she’s thinking when she’s seeing the real me. I need her
to tell me she’ll accept me the way I am.
Before I
know it, I’m up against her back, breathing in and out like the horny
motherfucker I am. I’m enthralled by her pinewood scent, and inhale it as much
as I can. She’s like a drug to me, one that can take away the pain.
She’s
frozen in place, her breath hitching in her throat. I watch her fingers linger
on a book, and I say, “I used to read a lot when I was little.”
“I can see
…” she mumbles.
“You like
books a lot, don’t you?” I lower my head and lean over her shoulder, trying to
peer into her vast eyes. She’s shivering in place, her body giving in to
temptation by leaning against mine. Hmmm … I love the feel of that. Makes me
want to dig my fingers into her hip and grind up against her. It’s hard not to.
She takes
in a sharp breath, but it’s not because of what I thought, which was me. “Oh my
God! You’ve read Harry Potter? God,
it’s been ages since I last saw that book.”
I laugh,
and she turns around with her eyes wide open and her lips parted in a way that
makes me want to push my tongue inside her mouth.
But the way
she talks makes me think she’s surprised by the fact that I actually read. “I
told you, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Reading is … difficult. But
if I have the patience, I enjoy it.”
I step
closer, towering over her, giving me a sense of power. It’s hard not to take
advantage of the situation right now, but I’m holding back as much as I can. I
don’t think it’s wise to start this with her. We both might want it, but that
doesn’t make it okay.
I reach for
the book she was looking at and take it out. If she likes it so much, she
should have it. There’s not much I can do, but if this makes her happy, then
why not?
“You can
have it.” I hold out the book in front of her, and she can barely take it from
my hands without looking like she’s about to faint. She stutters, and I’m not
sure what she wants to say, but I can sure as hell tell she’s just as affected
by me like I am by her. She’s all that’s on my mind the moment I’m around her,
and I’m going crazy with desire. Adrenaline pumps through my body, my blood
thickening my cock, stretching my pants to the limit. She’s here, right now,
and I could take her and make her mine.
I could.
But somehow
it doesn’t feel right. Not after what those fucking assholes did to her back at
Denny’s Join. Not after what I’m doing in the gang. It feels so fucking wrong,
I just … can’t.
I blow out
a breath, trying to rid myself of all these hormones. “Well, I guess we should
call it a day, for now. Let’s continue tomorrow,” I say while taking a step
back and opening the door.
