Looking at myself in the mirror, I don’t look like the sex crazed person I feel like. Everything about me looks…normal. How it always does aside from the extra makeup.
But my insides are rolling. Revolting. Screaming in need and desperation for Ethan. Can he feel it? Is he just toying with me? Or is it some form of extended foreplay?
Gripping the sink, I lean toward the mirror. “You can do this. It may be everything you’ve wanted for eons, but hold it together.”
The pep talk just makes me feel foolish.
I square my shoulders, adjust the flower in my hair and nod at myself. I’ve got this. I think.
Any confidence I built up goes up in smoke when I walk out of the bathroom and find Ethan leaning against the entryway to the small hallway where the bathrooms are. His legs are crossed at the ankles, one hand in his pocket, while the other twirls the rose we effectively crushed.
“You okay?” The deep rasp of his voice has me clenching my thighs. Dear God, does he realize how fucking sexy he is? How could he possibly think he’s out of my league? If anything, it’s the other way around.
“Um, yeah. I just wanted to—” I’m cut off by his lips slamming against mine as his hands cup my face and he presses me against the wall.
When he pulls away I’m breathless. It doesn’t help that he stays a mere inch from me and that his eyes hold nothing but desire.
“You didn’t have to come find me.”
“I didn’t want to be away from you longer than necessary. Besides, I’ve been looking for a way to put my hands on you all night.”
“Um, youhavehad your hands on me all night.”
One corner of his mouth pulls up. “Not like I want to right now.”
I try to keep some semblance of self control, to preserve some slight bit of not seeming like a complete fool. But I fail as I collapse into him and have trouble keeping the moan down.
I’m so totally undone by this man.
Chapter 8
Ethan
The shiver that runs through Biannca along with her moan has all the blood in my body rushing straight to my cock.
“Tell me, Bee. Do you want that? Do you want my hands on you?”
I drop my mouth to her neck and runs my lips along the slope. She smells like jasmine and mint and it’s utterly intoxicating.
There’s a light thump as her head hits the wall as she tips it back, exposing more of her silky skin for me. “Yes.”
Though I’m not going to take her at her word right this second, it does send a thrill through me that she hasn’t pushed me away.
My hands drop to her hips and grip tightly, sequins digging into my hands. “Will you come somewhere with me?”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise. But I promise it’s still part of the library.” I won’t ask her to leave with me until later.
She’s already nodding before I’m done talking. Fuck, this woman is so much more than I could have imagined.
Linking her fingers with mine, I pull her toward our destination, thankful it’s on the second floor.
I opt to take the elevator. Not only is it a bit more discreet than us running up the stairs that are practically in the middle of the library, but it gives me a few extra minutes to hold her against me, to breathe her in, and to taste her perfect mouth.
The ding comes far too soon and I all but drag her to the section I’m looking for.
“Romance?” One eyebrow raises as she looks up at me, her fingers twined through mine and the other hand wrapped around my arm.
