But I’m fairly sure if Bev caught Trevor down on his knees under this table, we’d be evicted for good.
Clearing my throat, I remove my own hand from Trevor’s side. Today’s turtleneck is forest green, a soft knit that makes me want to burrow beneath the fabric. Knowing what’s waiting underneath?
It’s a miracle I haven’t followed the impulse yet.
Is his stomach covered in tattoos, same as his chest? I couldn’t tell from the videos, only having a vantage point of his dick and part of his legs. His thighs were inked, though. Those thick-as-fuck thighs that could likely snap me in half.
Should I get a thrill out of that? Knowing how much stronger this man is than me? He could overpower me in an instant if he wanted.
And, yet… Somehow I know Trevor never would. Not unless I asked him to.
My eyes focus to find Trevor staring at me with a raised brow. “Should I ask what’s going through your head right now?”
“Not sure it’s library appropriate,” I murmur, feeling myself flush. I’m sure Trevor can see it, fair as my damn skin is. “You’re bad for my attention span.”
He huffs a quiet laugh. “I could say the same.”
At this point, it’d probably be more productive for both of us if we sat apart or came to study at different times. But, frankly, that doesn’t sound appealing in the least.
Christ. What happened to avoiding complications?
I shake my thoughts loose, trying to do the same with Trevor’s regard. I’ll give the man credit. He refocuses on his laptop, quiet beside me as he adds to whatever project he’s currently wrapped up in.
Come on, I tell myself.You’re here to work.
But I want to play.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Smacking my conscience, I erect a mental barrier around myself in an attempt to become one with my books. I’m in my happy place. A sprawling library. Motes of dust dancing through the air. Comfy pillows beside me.
A hand, carding through my hair. Lips at my ear and a husky voice demanding for me tocomealready.
“Oh, come on!” I hiss. “There’s no sex in the happy place.”
Trevor coughs, and I wince, realizing I said that aloud.
“I’d…have to disagree,” he replies, a touch of humor lacing his tone.
“No, it’s… You know what? It’s nothing.”
Trevor watches me silently for another two seconds, and I crack.
“Just a library. In my head,” I try to explain.
“As opposed to the library we’re in?”
“Yeah, it’s like… My dream? I’d like a library of my own one day.”
Trevor hums. “So you were thinking about having sex in that library.”
I shoot him a glare. “Don’t you dare smile. I never said it was you.”
“It was me.”
“It wasn’t evengood,” I lie.
Trevor turns to me slowly, and my pulse jumps. His voice, although low, cuts right to the heart of me. “You know it’ll be good, Red. That’s why you’re dreaming about it.”
