This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,21

makes Dakota Wilder happy?”

I cock my head. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve had a smile on your face since we stepped in the building. Maybe this is where you and Stone should have your discussions?”

I curl my lip in disgust. “I don’t want him to ruin this place for me.”

“You just love lying to yourself.”

I shrug. It’s no use denying it to Lucas.

“So, where did you stash it?” He peeks around at the bookshelves again, no doubt looking for a good hiding place.

“What’s funny is that I found this by accident,” I say, pulling him into the V–Z section. The dark, musty corner is more a victim of the dank basement than the new and old books lining the shelves.

I bend at the waist to show him where I hid the safe when Lucas makes a choked sound behind me. “Jesus, you’re killing me.” His hand palms my ass, squeezing.

I press my lips together, moaning at his touch as I brace myself against the radiator.

He lets out a breath. “I’ve fucking missed you, Dakota. Every time I close my eyes at night, I see your head thrown back with my name on your lips. It’s fucking killing me.”

I push back against his hand, craving his touch as much as he’s craving mine. He squeezes my hips, fingers moving closer to my mound before he spins me.

“Let me in again, Dakota. Please.” His honey brown eyes swim with yearning. “I want every piece of you. You can’t deny us. It’s too damn good. Tell me I’m wrong,” he dares. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is and I’ll go back to jerking off with your face in my head every chance I get, but what I really want...what I really need…is you. It’s so powerful it’s tearing me up inside.”

I love Lucas this intense. His pleading soaks my core. He sees the moment I’ve conceded and grips my hips, setting me on the radiator. He watches me earnestly as he lowers the zipper on my shorts before yanking the gray fabric down along with my panties. They fall to the concrete floor. His fingers start under my thigh, tracing down to the underside of my knees before continuing until he gets to my heels. He places them on the opposite bookshelves as he opens me to him.

“Does Wild Girl want her pussy licked in her favorite place?”

Holy. Fuck. I brace my hands on the shelves as he bows over me. He takes his time torturing me, breathing over my clit, fingers skirting over my greedy skin as arousal slickens my core.

“Promise me you won’t be quiet,” he breathes.

I cry out as his tongue rims my sensitive flesh.

“Yes, like that,” he reassures. “Give me all of it.”

Not that I could help myself anyway. I nearly had a brain aneurysm when I was trying to be quiet in Mythology class. Now that I know what Lucas can do, I’m primed and ready for him. My nipples peak under my shirt. The threat of being walked in on heightens my pleasure even though I’m unsure if the old librarian can even get down the stairs.

“Fuck, Lucas.”

He moans, a purring sound that sends tendrils of pleasure through my body, stoking my need. My legs start to shake. I want to move against his face, but my position is so precarious, I don’t dare try. “You’re like crack, Wild Girl. It was naughty to keep this from me.” He slides a finger into my pussy to drive home his point.

I kick out and several books fall to the floor. Fuck. Fuck.

“Book abuse?” he muses. “What will the librarian say?”

“Lucas,” I beg. “Please.”

He returns with determination, his finger sliding in and out of me. “I told you: you’re ours.” The sound that escapes his lips as he pleasures me is beyond sexy. “Stop fighting it. Mmm. God. Fucking beautiful.”

I tentatively take my right hand off the bookshelf and slide it through his gorgeous brown hair, making it more disheveled than it usually is.

He growls into my pussy. He slides his grip over my ass, yanking me toward him—taking on all my weight.

I cry out, replacing my hold on the bookshelf to help steady me as he fucks me with his tongue. I’m out of my mind with the sensations coursing through me. His skilled tongue swirls and dips. He sucks and lashes out until I’m a shaking mess in his hands.

My orgasm crashes over me, and Lucas’ name flies from my lips. He remains between my