I blink and fidget in my seat before pushing from the desk. I look behind me, but Asher is nowhere to be seen. I breathe a sigh of relief and move for a random bookcase, getting lost in the stacks and hoping to calm my racing heart.
The library is quieter here, deserted in a way that makes me feel comforted and I browse the titles, reaching for one when I feel him behind me. His presence is unmistakable, his body heat just inches away. Before I can react, his arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me against him. I gasp as he presses his lips to the side of my neck, a soft kiss that sends shivers down my spine.
"Asher," I whisper, half warning, half plea.
He spins me around, his hands gripping my waist as he pulls me into a kiss. It's heated, urgent, and for a moment, I forget where we are. His hands slide up my thighs, dangerously close to the edge of my skirt, and I regret wearing it today. The fabric does nothing to stop the heat of his touch.
I pull back slightly, my breath ragged. "We're going to get caught," I hiss, glancing around the stacks nervously.
"Isn't that the thrill of it?" he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear.
"No," I whisper back, trying to push him away but not putting much effort into it.
He just grins, his hands continuing their exploration, slipping under my skirt, sending sparks of sensation racing through me. I'm on edge, every noise in the library making me whip my head around, expecting someone to walk by at any moment.
"Asher, we can't," I say, but it's weak, and he knows it.
He presses closer, kissing me again, deeper this time, and I can feel my resolve slipping. It's not just the thrill of almost getting caught-it's him. He's making it impossible to think clearly.
He drops to his knees in front of me with a playful glint in his eyes. "I didn't get to do this yesterday," he murmurs, his hands sliding up my thighs.
I shoot him a warning look. "We're in a library."
"So be quiet," he says, grinning up at me, and despite myself, I can't help but smile back. I try to pull him up, but my effort is half-hearted, and we both know it.
"I'm supposed to be tutoring you," I whisper, my voice shaky.
"You are helping me," he replies, his hands dangerously close to lifting my skirt higher. "I passed my last test, didn't I?"
I can't argue with that. He's doing better in school, but the thought of what he gets out of our sessions is what keeps me distracted, what keeps me from focusing on the growing tension between us. I tell myself this can't last. That I can't be falling for him. But the truth is, I'm already too far gone.
His hands are at my panties, pulling them to the side and I purse my lips, refusing to look down at him between my legs.
His breath ghosts over my clit and I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath until I hear his slight chuckle and then my eyes are snapping open to glare at him.
"Asher, I swear to-"
He smiles mischievously and blows on me again before his head disappears fully between my thighs, his hands holding my legs open.
I suck in a breath at the first swipe of his tongue, biting my own when he sucks at my clit.
I gasp, my hands clenching into fists as pleasure washes over me. His tongue traces delicate patterns, igniting a fire within me that I can't control.
"Asher," I breathe, my voice trembling. "We can't do this here."
He looks up, his eyes dark with passion. "Why not?" he challenges, his hands sliding up my thighs. "We're alone, Ivy. Let yourself feel this."
My resolve wavers, the temptation too great to resist. I close my eyes, giving in to the sensations he's stirring within me, the forbidden nature of our actions adding to the thrill.
Just as I'm about to surrender completely, a muffled cough sounds from nearby. Our heads snap up, our bodies tense. Someone's approaching, their steps slow and deliberate. Panic grips me, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
Asher stands quickly, his eyes wide with alarm. "Shit," he mutters, grabbing my hand and dragging me further into the shadows and towards another bookcase, listening for another person.
His eyes twinkle as he looks at me once more and dips down for a scorching kiss, his body flush against mine, his hands heavy on my hips, practically pulling me towards him.
Just when I think I might lose all control, he pulls back, breathless, and reaches behind me, grabbing a random book off the shelf. "Perfect," he says with a cocky grin. "Just the one I was looking for."
I stare at him, my pulse still racing, my body still aching from the kiss, and he just saunters back toward the table like nothing happened.
