He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through both of us, and his hand slid from my waist to the small of my back. He pulled me flush against him in one swift movement and I gasped at the contact. Every hard line of his body pressed against mine. I could feel the solid muscle of his chest, the strength in his arms, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against my stomach.
My hands fisted in his shirt, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space left between us. His tongue moved against mine, stroking, exploring, claiming, and pleasure shot through me sharp enough to make my knees weak.
This was nothing like that soft press of lips in my bedroom. This was hunger. Desperation. Two people who knew they shouldn't but couldn't stop themselves.
His mouth left mine and I whimpered at the loss. But then his lips were on my jaw, trailing hot open-mouthed contact down to my neck, and coherent thought evaporated.
His teeth scraped against my pulse point and my back arched involuntarily, pressing my breasts against his chest. The friction made my nipples tighten, made heat pool between my legs.
"Kai—" His name came out breathless, needy.
"I know." His voice was wrecked, rough with desire. "I know we shouldn't. I know this is dangerous. But god, Aria, I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting you."
His hand slid up my ribs, slow and deliberate, and my entire body tensed in anticipation. His palm cupped my breast through my dress and I gasped at the sensation. His thumb found my nipple through the fabric, circling the peaked bud with maddening pressure, and pleasure shot straight betweenmy legs.
"I want to have every bit of you right now." His mouth was back at my ear, his breath hot against my skin making me shiver.
I should have. God, I should have.
But the memory of that night—of how good it had been, how alive he'd made me feel—was too strong. And standing here with his body pressed against mine, his hands on me, his mouth doing things that made thinking impossible—
I didn't want him to stop.
My hands slid from his shirt to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. I tugged his mouth back to mine, my lips crashing against his hard enough to leave no doubt about what I wanted.
He made a sound—half groan, half moan—and whatever control he'd been maintaining snapped completely. Both hands were on me now, sliding up my sides with purpose. One hand cupped my breast, kneading the soft flesh while his thumb continued its maddening circles over my nipple. The other hand fisted in my hair, angling my head exactly how he wanted it so he could deepen the contact between our mouths.
His tongue stroked against mine, hot and demanding, while his thumb rolled my nipple through the fabric. The dual sensations made me moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his lips moving hungrily against mine.
This was insane. We were in the library. Anyone could walk in. But I couldn't make myself care. Couldn't make myself pull away. Not when his hands were on me. Not when he was making me feel things that I'd been trying desperately to forget.
His hand left my breast and I almost protested. Then his fingers found the hem of my dress, started sliding underneath, and my breath caught in my throat.
His palm was hot against my thigh, calloused fingers dragging across sensitive skin as he moved higher. Every inch of contact left trails of fire. My legs trembled, barely holding me up.
His hand moved higher still, fingers brushing the lace of my panties, and—
Footsteps in the hallway.
We broke apart like we'd been electrocuted.
Kai stepped back, putting distance between us. His chest was heaving, his lips swollen and wet from our mouths moving together, his eyes nearly black with desire. He looked as wrecked as I felt. One hand was still clenched in a fist at his side like he was physically restraining himself from reaching for me again.
The footsteps passed by. Kept going. Whoever it was hadn't been coming to the library.
Reality crashed back in with the force of a freight train.
"I can't—" My voice was shaking, my whole body trembling from the abrupt stop. "We can't do this. It's too dangerous."
"Aria—"
"No." I moved away from the bookshelf, away from him, trying to put space between us and this overwhelming pull I felt. My lips still tingled. My body still hummed with unsatisfied desire. "This is wrong. If anyone finds out—if your father finds out—"
"He won't."
"You can't know that." I backed toward the door, my heart still racing, my skin still flushed. "I'm sorry. I can't do this"
I ran before he could stop me. Out of the library, down the hallway, into my room. Locked the door behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.
