“I’m just curious because if we happen to do something, I want to know that you’re doing it because you like me and not because you’ve still got a thing for your ex.”
“We are not going to do anything,” she says, “so that’s not something you have to worry about.”
“We’ll see.” I take a step closer to her and I can see her chest rising. “I’m not worried, by the way.”
“What are you doing?” She frowns and steps back.
“I’m talking to you. I’m trying to get into your brain.” I step another step toward her and she steps back against the wall. My eyes fall to her lips, and the way her hair falls past her shoulders. I lean forward and brush her hair back. She stares at me silently. I brush my thighs next to hers and casually caress her cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. She starts breathing heavier now and I feel a rush of heat as I press against her.
Her tongue darts out and licks my thumb and there’s a challenge in her eyes. I push my thumb against her lips and she nips it. A fire burns in me and I find myself hardening. I push into her and she lets out a low moan as her lips part. The sounds rips through the core of me and I grab her neck and squeeze slightly. She leans back against the wall and I push my chest against her.
She brings her fingers to the side of my face and shifts her leg so that she’s now up against me completely. I groan, loving the feel of her warm body trembling next to mine.
“You will never be able to get into my brain.” She breathes in a slightly muffled tone.
“What about other places?”
“What other places?” She swallows hard and her eyes fall to my lips as my fingers run through her silky hair. She runs her fingers down the front of my shirt and up under it so that she’s touching my stomach. She pauses and then runs her fingers down slightly. I lean forward and kiss the side of her neck. She moans and closes her eyes. She smells like peaches and tastes like honey. I wonder what her pussy tastes like. I bet it’s sweet. My cock twitches at the thought.
Fuck, I want her badly. And I know now is not the time to take this further. I need to stop, but I don’t want to. Every part of my body wants her. I want to hear her screaming my name. I want to take her, right here and right now. I want to tell her that I can match any scene in her romance books and make her climax harder and faster than any of the heroines she reads about.
“The places that are wet right now.” I whisper in her ear. “The places that are dying to feel my tongue and my dick. The places that crave my touch.” I blow into her ear, gently rub her lips and then run my palm down her belly and between her legs. She moans and I cup her pussy, wanting so badly to rip her clothes off.
“Hunter.” She croaks out and I know that she’s as turned on as I am. “We can’t.”
“We can, if we want.”
“I, I can’t…” She bites down on her lower lip.
“Then we won’t.” I step back reluctantly and look down at the tent in the front of my pants. “I might need a minute.”
“Someone was excited.” She says finally, with a teasing smile.
“Very much so.”
“I should go.” She plays with her hair and takes a few deep breaths. “I…”
“You don’t have to explain.” I smile at her. “But just know, next time, next time, we might not be able to stop.”
“If there’s a next time, then maybe we’ll both get lucky.” She winks at me and my breath catches. I’m so turned on it’s not funny.
We head out of the library and then down the stairs. I can hear Amethyst speaking as we walk into the living room, where she pauses and gazes up at us.
“Hi, everyone. I hope you don’t mind me joining the meetup today.”
“Oh, fantastic!” My grandma jumps up. “You’ve made my day, darling. Have a seat next to me. And—oh, Gina, you’re back. Are you going to share something today, as well?”
Gina shakes her head quickly. “Oh, I don’t?—”
“Oh, but I’d love to hear your work, Gina. I mean, seeing as you’re such a talented writer.”
“Me, too,” Captain says. “You’ve been a part of this group for over a week now. We’ve heard nothing you have to say, and I’m just curious.”
“I would love to hear your work, as well,” Grandma says. “I mean, you are writing my love story. I’d like to know that you’ve got the chops to do so.”
“I mean… sure. I can find something.” Gina glares at me, and I just chuckle slightly. “And I’d love to hear whatyou’vebeen writing, Hunter,” Gina says, a wicked smile on her face. “I mean, you just told me in the library that’s the reason you wanted to be a part of the group.”
“Sorry, what?” I stare at her. She offers me a small wink.
