Was he planning on this being more than one time?I liked the idea of that."Whatever you want."
"Just you.Always you," he said simply as his fingers flirted with the edge of my panties, then slipped underneath.
I whimpered when his fingers parted my folds, brushing against my clit, then teasing my entrance.It was suddenly too hot in here.
He shoved the cardigan off my shoulders and pushed up my shirt so that my bra was exposed to him."You wear sexy things underneath these good-girl outfits."
I bit my lip, unable to respond.My hips were moving of their own accord, chasing his touch, needing to feel him inside of me.I was acting wanton.I'd never felt like this with anyone else.
His finger slid inside me as he pulled the lace cup of my bra down with the other hand.Then his mouth latched onto my nipple, and my head thunked against a row of books.
I wouldn't think about books or shelves in the same way again.Every time I stocked books on this shelf, I would remember how he'd been inside me.How I'd shamelessly rode his finger and allowed him to suck on my nipple.
"You need more."He growled and moved to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention.He added a second finger and hit a spot inside me that I hadn't been aware of before.The orgasm built, and I held my breath against the oncoming storm.
"Let go," he growled and pressed my clit.
I shattered into a million pieces, clamping down on his fingers, trembling with the aftershocks.He continued to move inside me until my muscles relaxed.My breath was harried as he lifted his head to look at me.He pulled up the cups of my bra and slid my panties into place.
I wanted to shout at him that I wanted more.So much more.
But his expression was guarded.
Did he already regret what he did?
Then he kissed me, pulling back to say, "There's so much more I want to do to you."
Not with me—tome.And now I was feeling all hot and bothered again.I wanted everything he was promising."Why not now?"
"I'm trying to be the good guy here."His voice was gravelly.
I huffed out a laugh."I've always wanted the bad boy.When are you going to realize that?"
He bit off a curse."I'm going to do very naughty things to you.But I also want to take my time.I want to savor every second I have with you."
That answered my second question: was this a one-time thing he'd grow to regret?Had he gotten over his previous concerns that we were too different?Had something changed when he took care of me?Had he gotten to know me better and realized I wasn't the spoiled rich girl he thought I was?
"How can I argue with that?"But I really wanted to drag him upstairs to my apartment and get naked.I'd never done anything like this before, and I was craving more.
He brushed my hair out of my face."I'm finally getting my chance with you, and I'm not doing anything to mess this up."
My breath caught at his declaration.
He pulled my cardigan over my shoulders and pushed my skirt down.Then he dropped to his knees in front of me.He tapped the side of my leg."I can't do anything about these ripped tights."
"You don't look upset about that," I said as he slipped off my shoes and rolled the tights down my legs.
He glanced up at me, smirking."I've been imagining ripping these tights for a long time."
My heart was racing.I wasn't sure what happened, but he was admitting that he'd liked me for a while and had been actively trying to resist me.It wasn't something a girl like me heard very often.
He wanted me.The bookshop owner.The girl who was never enough for her parents.
There were so many reasons why he'd overlook someone like me.But he hadn't.
"I'm so confused right now."
He stood, standing so close that he brushed against me."What don't you understand?"
