Light from the floodlights outside the window beam on us. Her eyes dart between mine, her breath catching.
“I can’t worry about hockey if I’m worried about you,” I seethe, breathing in the smell of old books and Sam.
It happens all at once.
She erases what little distance is between us and kisses me. It’s nothing sweet about it, not like the first time. Then, I wanted to make it perfect, wanted to show her how she makes me feel. But now, all want to do is show her what she does to me.
I kiss back hard and rough, and her hands come to my face as I try to drink her in. I want to bury myself beneath her skin, needing to be close to her, needing to feel her. We’re wild and hungry, our bodies flailing around as we fight for dominance. And when we crash against one of the bookshelves, books fall to the marble floor.
Neither of us stops, our focus only on each other.
Her breath is all over my lips, her hands lacing in my hair then over the slope of my shoulders. Sam pulls back, and I watch breathlessly as she takes my injured hand in hers. She brings it close to her mouth while staring deep into my soul.
“Thank you for always protecting me.” Then she goes and drive me wild. Her soft, wet lips move across every battered knuckle as she kisses each one.
If I wasn’t hard before, I’m rock hard now. I groan and scoop her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me as I carry her to the large library desk, pushing her purse out of the way when I lower her on to it.
Hovering over her, I cup her face, burying my tongue so deep we might as well become one. Sam’s dress rises, and I settle between her thighs. So close that I feel my erection pressing against her. It’s impossible to ignore, hard even through two layers of fabric. She scrapes her heel up the back of my leg, drawingme closer. She’s almost eye level with my dick and it almost makes me cream my pants. My body shakes, but whether it’s from adrenaline or restraint, I have no idea.
When she reaches between us and rubs me through my slacks, I jolt from the sensation. Then she shocks me by shoving me backward, hopping off the table, and guiding me to the chair. I allow her to control the moment.
She straddles me, grinding her heat into me. “I want you.”
Every muscle jumps in anticipation. “I want you, too.”
“But before we go any further, I have to be honest with you.” When I don’t respond, she continues. “I care about you and never want to do anything to hurt you.”
I nod.
“I like you. A lot. But I also care about—”
“I know you have feelings for Alex and Kane. It’s okay.”
“If this is too much for you, I’ll stop right now, and we can go back to friendly text messages and banter.”
I grip her tight. “I don’t want to be just your friend. I’m too far gone for that.”
She exhales, strokes my face, then crashes her mouth on mine again. Sam rolls her hips against my lap, shredding what little resistance I have left. I clutch her hips, kneading her butt and dragging her across my lap. The friction is all consuming.
Sam moans and feverishly reaches between us to fight with my zipper. Finally, she yanks it down and reaches inside. Her delicate fingers find my shaft and pull me out.
Greedily, I hike her dress up, letting my palms roam over her soft skin until I find the seam of her panties and drag the thin material to the side. Sam strokes me, her eyes glued to my expression. She rises on her toes and positions me right at her center.
The moment she sinks down on me, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I bite back a curse. The first push is almost too much for her. I can tell by the way she shifts a little and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“Shit, you’re so big,” she protests.
I rub her cheeks, kneading them both to spread her a little wider. “It’ll fit.”
I press into her, her tight opening giving way just a bit.
“Just breathe through it.”
And she does, letting out an exhale with each inch that I feed her. Finally, I’m in to the hilt.
“There you go. You can take it. Ff… Mm,” I moan.
Then she starts to move, her hips stuttering at first but then we find a rhythm. I’m not gentle, and I piston into her. Her head falls back, and I watch the rise and fall of her breasts.
