I shook my head and scanned the white ceilings. “Aren’t there cameras? Plus, the security guard? We’re not supposed to be up here, anyway. Let alone having… sex in public.”
My voice dropped in volume at the word sex like we weren’t already alone.
“Cameras haven’t been working since they started construction on the built-in shelves. The security guard checks on this floor once a night and he already made his rounds up here. And, no one will see us, so don’t worry about the public part.”
Weston had already dropped his bag on a nearby table. He reached up to remove mine from my shoulder. Once our bags were next to each other, he came back over to wrap his hands around my waist and placed a gentle kiss on my neck.
My arms stayed at my sides, frozen and overwhelmed with the situation. He continued to trail kisses along my neck and made his way up to my jaw and cheek. The slower he went, the more my muscles relaxed. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to move my hands to his chest. I ran my fingers over the hard muscle, feeling warmth and strength. When Weston reached my lips he hovered there, waiting for me to move or speak.
“Covee.” His voice was a whisper: soft, kind, and patient.
I couldn’t get my tongue to work. I simply nodded, acknowledging his closeness. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears, loud with anxiety. Weston’s fingers massaged my waist gently. My body felt open. Vulnerable.
“Do you need to say no?” he asked with his lips brushing against mine. Instead of pressing a kiss onto them, he made his way across my cheek and jaw again. At my neck, he bit down lightly and I arched towards him in response. My lips parted to let out a soft exhale. When he finished biting, he sucked the skin to soothe minor pressure. My fingers curled around his shirt, tugging him closer. I wanted more of his heat, his kisses, his strength.
“Say no, if you need to say no,” he insisted. My collarbone muffled his voice.
My hands moved to his face to cup his cheeks and pulled him up so we were looking face-to-face. The slight stubble on his jaw tickled my palms. I wanted to see him in this moment to confirm there was as much lust in his eyes as I’m sure there was in mine. He didn’t disappoint. He smiled at me and pressed his forehead against mine.
“No?” he questioned without breaking eye contact. His eyebrows raised, ready for any answer.
“Yes,” I exhaled.
With my permission voiced, Weston took complete control. I would have gasped if his mouth didn’t completely cover my own. I relaxed into his arms as he pulled me so close that I could feel him growing with excitement. When I moaned in response to his arousal, Weston pushed me against the nearest wall.
He tugged at my thighs so I would wrap them around him. My fingers entangled in his thick hair. Weston had always smelled good in class. Despite looking as though he’d just finished lifting weights, his scent reminded me of just stepping out of a shower and up close it was even better.
When he moaned into my mouth, I wondered if his smell would follow me home. I would have slept in this top if it meant he’d engulfed me for a little while longer. My body stilled, imagining what we’d do after this. I’ve never been so casual and lustful with someone I’d only had a handful of conversations with. It was scary, but also sparked a sense of excitement in my belly.
“Where did you go?” Weston questioned, pulling away for a moment. His eyes searched mine while his hands froze on my hips.
“Sorry,” I told him in a hurried exhale. “You could tell I was thinking?”
“Yeah. You’re breathing was hitched and not in the good way. Are you okay?” His fingers started pulling away, now just hovering over my skin.
I reached up to pull his hands back on me. “I’m okay.”
He nodded and gave me an intense kiss before adding, “In that case, new rule: No thinking about anything else, but you and me when we’re doing this.”
I laughed. “But Iwasthinking about you.”
He grinned. “Perfect.”
Chapter 5
Weston pushed my shirt up,exposing my stomach. I watched him slowly trail down my body with kisses until his knees met the floor and lips pressed above my buttoned pants. I looked down at him, transfixed with how incredibly relaxed he appeared. He was in his element, navigating my body like he’d done this before.
That’s because he probably has. To a ton of girls.
I bit my lip and tried to push away the cautionary thoughts. But the angel on my shoulder refused to give in.
Is this how you really want to have sex? With a guy you barely know in a newly renovated library? Shoved up against a cold wall with the knowledge you’re going to be alone again in the next hour? By yourself, in your dorm, with tears and empty sheets. Again. Always. Again.
I wanted to scream in frustration, but I simply froze instead. Weston felt the change in body language and immediately pulled away.
“Talk to me, Covee.” He peered up at me. Damn. He looked good on his knees.
I took a deep breath. “I don’t think I can do this.”
