Dead Pretty - Samantha Towle Page 0,62

with him gone.

It has been a lot to take on.

I didn’t realize the half of what managing a library consists of.

It makes me glad that I’m only a librarian and not the manager of one.

Running a library is not on my list of things to do ever again.

I breathe a sigh of relief when it’s time to finally shut the doors and lock them up for the night.

Jack is working on his laptop when I walk over to lock the doors after the last person leaves.

When I turn back around, I see Jack is away from the desk now. He’s standing by the window, staring out of it. The windows down here are privacy glass. You can see out, but no one can see in.

It’s still light outside. The evening only early. Snow is falling again.

I stare at his profile for a moment, taking in the strong line of his shoulders. How his jeans mold to his tight ass. The way his hair curls at the nape of his neck. Remembering how it felt to run my fingers over that very spot.

He turns, looking over his shoulder, catching me staring.

I have two choices. Look away and pretend I wasn’t watching. Or smile and admit defeat.

I go for the latter. At this point, pretending anything with Jack seems fruitless.

He grins in return.

I wander over to where he’s standing, taking the spot beside him.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him softly. Even though it’s only the two of us right now, it still feels odd to speak in a louder voice in here.

Our eyes meet in the reflection in the glass.

His lips lift at one side. “You.”

Goose bumps break out over my skin at his word. Desire coiling low in my stomach.

“Awfully pensive look on your face to be thinking about me,” I tease.

His eyes move from our mirrored connection to look directly into mine. “I’m never pensive when I think about you, Audrey. Only horny.”

That makes me laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”

“You’ve made me this way with your sexiness.”

I’m pretty sure my eyeroll can be heard across the room. “Sure I have.”

“You have.”

He turns his body toward mine. Taking my hand, he tugs me into his chest. “I have never been this hot for anyone before.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him about his ex-girlfriends. See if he’ll open up to me about the one in Australia.

But I chicken out. Because if I ask Jack questions, then he will be at liberty to ask me. And I don’t want to answer anything about my past.

“So, you have a thing for library sex, huh?” I grin up at him.

He smirks. “I’m a writer. Sex among the greats is like a wet dream for me.”

I laugh. “Ever done it in a library before?” I ask. It’s a stupid question to ask because I’ve literally just broken my own don’t ask questions rule. God, I’m dumb.

I guess my need to know if I’ll be the first to have sex with him in a library or if I’m just one of many library fucks that he’s partaken in overruled any good sense I had.

Jack’s fingers move to the band holding my hair in a braid. He pulls it out, letting my hair fall down my back and around my shoulders. He fingers a lock of it. “First time. You?”

I won’t even try to deny how much it thrills me, knowing this is a first for him too.

“Never.”

“Good. Now, let’s lose our library virginities.” His lips crash down onto mine.

His tongue insanely seeks entry. I part my lips on a breath, letting our tongues tangle together.

He tastes like the sweet remnants of coffee and the gum he’s been chewing on and off throughout the day.

His fingers thread through my hair. My hands grip his waist as we devour one another’s mouths.

I’m moving backward.

Jack is guiding me toward the table he has spent the day writing at.

But I have other ideas.

Pressing my hand to his chest, I break the kiss.

I take a step back away from him. “Stay,” is my softly commanded order.

My trembling fingers go to the buttons on my shirt.

I slowly start to unbutton it.

Jack watches me with dark, hooded eyes.

My eyes skim down his body. His erection is visible and straining against his jeans.

It gives me a boost of confidence that any girl needs in order to do a striptease in front of a man. Her man.

Because that is what Jack is.

My man … the guy I’m dating … sleeping with …