I’m not.
I’m letting him have his way with me because there’s a charge in the air that tells me he needs this. That he needs me.
He breaks our kiss and moves his mouth to hover over my ear while pressing his hips into me. “Let me have you,” he groans.
I nod once, just barely, but he catches it.
He quickly flips me around and pulls my pants down to mid-thigh.
“Grip the shelf.”
I do as he says, my legs trembling with need.
Cross centers himself between my legs from behind and angles my hips for access. He rubs against me a couple of times before easily slipping inside. He catches my gasp with his mouth, and we’re back to kissing again.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
In the library.
With my stepbrother.
It’s so hot.
“God, you’re soaked,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Is indecent exposure your thing?”
“I’ve…” Cross’s hand winds around my stomach to dip below my navel. I bite my lip, the words disappearing. “I’ve never…”
He groans and pulls out of me slowly while rubbing fast circles on my clit. Fuck.
“You’ve never done this before? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
I whimper and nod.
Cross hisses behind me, his thrusts getting faster. “Wrong thing to tell me becausefuck,the thought of being your first makes me lose my mind.”
His teeth sink onto my ear, and he pulls on the lobe. His hot noises fill my head, sending my body haywire with a powerful orgasm.
“Cross.” His name is more of a gasp, and thankfully, he slaps his hand over my mouth to drown out my cries.
It only takes a few more thrusts for him to still, pressing into me deeply.
We only stay like that for a few seconds before he’s pulling away, leaving me wet and messy. He spins me around, a hazy look driven into his eye while he kneels to pull my panties and pants back to their rightful spot.
I bite my swollen lip to keep myself from smiling, but I know he notices.
He takes his hand, the same one that was in between my legs, and frees my lip. It plops out from behind my bite, and he winks at me before turning and stalking out of the library, leaving me with wicked thoughts and a sated body.
My cheeks are still warm to the touch thirty minutes later as I pack up my belongings. I linger on the book Cross shut on my hand and shake my head, trying to hide a smile.Damn him.His taste lingers, and the hungry way his hands skimmed my skin left behind a touch of rebellion I never knew I needed.
I couldn’t concentrate before, and I surely can’t concentrate now.
I hurriedly push through the library doors, eager to get home just to see if he’s there.
The elevator dings, and I step forward, a smile playing against my lips at the thought of later. I turn and press L before gazing at myself in the reflection.
God, look at me.
My wavy hair is a wild mess, framing my pink-stained cheeks and puffy lips. I glance away with a giggle on the edge of my tongue when someone stops the elevator with a black gloved hand, keeping the doors apart.
