fingers. Gosh, I need to keep it together, there are still people in here. Maybe this is why we don’t go out in public … I have ten years of unanswered lust to catch up on.
Glancing at the clock, I realize it’s five minutes past when I was supposed to ring the last call bell. Without answering him, I hit the silver circle on top of the old-fashioned alert system on the counter and announce to the two patrons that it is seven fifty-five and we’ll be closing in five minutes. They look up, pulled from their thoughts, and both begin to pack their bags and/or fold their laptops and store them away. The college-aged girl brings the three textbooks she was using up to the counter, and I smile and nod a thank you. The boy, who can’t be much older than a freshman in high school, leaves his two books on the table before walking out.
I roll my eyes because someone needs to teach that boy manners but I’m too drained for it tonight and go to collect those last two books. As Bowen roams the library, I go through the lockup procedures. Unlock the mechanisms that hold the entry doors open, close and lock from the inside. Shut down all the computers and turn off the lights from the back of the stacks to the front. Send the report of all the checked out books and overdue ones to the server and back it up before turning off my office computer for the night. Grab my coat and bag, lock my office, and then head out the employee entrance.
However, there is still a gorgeous man roving my library, and so I go in search of him.
I find him in one of the darkened stacks toward the middle of the room.
“You know, I probably haven’t stepped foot in here since the research project I had to do at the beginning of senior year.” Bowen has a book whose title I can’t make out in his hand.
I set my coat and bag down on a table and join him in the shelves. “Is that because you were avoiding my turf, or reading in general?”
His eyes are sheepish when he turns them to me and shrugs. “Probably both.”
“At least you’re honest.” I chuckle.
“Then know it’s the truth when I tell you that you give sexy librarian a whole new definition.”
Bowen gently drags me toward him, closing the small distance between us as his lips find mine. Is this what I wanted from the moment he walked into my library? Does it make me a shameless fool to answer yes? Just an hour ago, I was pouting because he wouldn’t take me out to dinner and only wanted to have me come over to his house late at night. I’d taken a stand, and then he’d gotten me in the stacks and I’m melting like warm, gooey chocolate through his hands.
Talk about predictable.
But, I can’t help it. Bowen’s tongue is leading mine in a dance only we know the steps to, and each time I inhale, the scent of his musky cologne and old, weathered book pages is mixing and giving me one orgasmic arousal.
He turns us, my back hitting the metal shelf and rattling the thing all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Thick fingers tangle in my hair, and I cup his jaw in my hands, loving the rough tickle of the stubble beneath.
“I may not have stepped foot in here in ages, but I’ve had many fantasies about getting you between these stacks. There is something so naughty about making out in a library.”
Bowen’s whispers shoot straight from where he’s sucking on my earlobe down to the middle of my thighs, drenching me.
“Have you thought about me touching you here?” he continues, his hand bunching my skirt and snaking under it.
I’m not sure if he means touching me in the library, or where his fingers currently push aside my underwear, but either way, I nod my head.
“All these long nights, you’ve probably thought about me pushing you up against all these books.” Bowen’s fingers demonstrate, penetrating me and I groan from the fullness.
My hands travel up and under the long sleeve tee he’s wearing, tangling in the smattering of hair that gets thicker the farther down his happy trail I travel.
“More than I want to admit.” My lips find the side of his neck.
In reality, I know we can’t get caught. Only two other people have