“No.”
“Read it.”
“I will not.”
He shrugs, unbothered. “Coward.”
I glare and flip to the page, scanning itquickly.
No. No way. Nope.
It’s the‘up-against-the-wall-in-the-library’ scene. The one where the MMC says things that require a trigger warning. I can’t breathe, let alone say any of it out loud.
“I was in a vulnerable place when I wrote this,” I mutter.
“So wild,” he murmurs, grinning. “And so fucking hot.”
“I seriously hate you right now.”
“Kitten.” He gives me a stern look. “You promised to be open-minded, remember?”
Rolling my eyes, I blow out a sigh. “Fine.”
“Here.” Gently taking the book out of my hands, he brushes his thumb against mine, and his tone instantly turns deep and sultry. “Let me.”
And then he starts to read—out loud.
“She was trembling under his touch, her back pressed against the ancient library shelf as his fingers trailed like fire up her thigh.”
I try to grab the book, but he holds it out of reach, slightly turning away. As he continues to read, his voice drops even lower, into a sensual growl that makes every hair on my body stand on end.
“I need to taste you,” he whispered against her neck. “Right here. Right now.”
Oh god. Did I actually write this? My face burns as I glance around, thankful we’re alone in the aisle.
“Ryder,stop,” I whisper-hiss, but he just smirks and keeps on reading.
“Dropping to his knees, he pushes her skirt up around her waist. Hooking his fingers into the delicate lace of her panties, he drags them down her trembling legs. The sight of her pussy glistening for him makes his cock throb in anticipation.”
My heart is hammering so hard against my ribs I can hear it in my ears. Ryder’s eyes flick up to lock with mine over the topof the book, dark with heat as his voice caresses each explicit word.
“The first taste of her was like coming home. Sweet and smoky and so fucking perfect, making him groan against her slick folds.”
Low, steady and sinful, his voice curls around every syllable, drawing it out, turning words that are already hot enough into full-blown bodily weapons. By the time he gets to the part where the heroine moans his name, I’m sweating through the pits of my T-shirt.
“Moaning his name, she bucked against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked a slow path from her entrance to her swollen, throbbing clit?—”
Devising a sneak attack, I snatch the book out of his hands and shut it with a definitive slap.
He laughs, genuinely delighted.
“You’re seriously evil, you know that?” I snap, lips twitching.
“And you, my beautiful kitten... are now sexually frustrated.”
His beautiful kitten.
Those words hit too close to home.
