“People are looking,” Roz said.
“Let ’em look. They’re envious.”
“You’re not self-conscious?”
He chuckled. “No. Are you?”
She ran her fingers over the hair on the back of his hand. “No. I’m surprised, but not self-conscious. I don’t think anyone has ever been envious of me before.”
Konrad took her knuckles to his mouth and kissed them. “I’m glad we met.” He grinned. “That’s an understatement.”
“We’ve made enough people jealous here. Maybe we should get home before we do something everyone will be talking about for years.”
***
Roz and Konrad barely made it through the door of his apartment in time. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other any longer. Kissing and fingers flying, they tore at each other’s clothes. Buttons popped and fabric flew in different directions. Konrad was naked in seconds, his cock fully engorged. He trapped Roz against the rolling ladder. Fortunately he’d grabbed a condom from his pocket before he lost his pants.
Roz’s heart pounded, and she could have sworn she heard Konrad growl.At last. The passionate, lust-crazed lover I’ve always dreamed of!She grasped his shoulders.
He tore his mouth from hers and gazed down at her with shining eyes. “No matter what happens, Roz, know that I care; that I’ll never hurt you.”
The warning stopped her. She hooked one high heel on the bottom rung and leaned against the library ladder. Still resting her hands on his shoulders, she drew a deep breath. “Do you think you might possibly get rough?”
He fisted his hands and appeared to shake. “Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s taking all my self-control not to push you to your knees and take you from behind. Immediately.”
Her mouth tried to form a word, but what word that was, she didn’t know.
“I want you. Naked. Now. But I won’t force you.”
“I’m not being forced. I’m here, willingly. Konrad, whatever’s happening, talk to me. We’ll figure it out.”
He turned his head and closed his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here with me if you knew.”
“Knew what? Oh, no! You’re not some perv rapist who can’t get off without violence, are you?”
“No! Of course not. I just have more of an animal nature than some men.” He dragged shaky fingers over his scalp and through his hair. “If you can’t take it rough, you’d better go.”
“I don’t want to go, but, Konrad, you’re making me nervous.”
He steadied himself against the ladder, trapping her between his rigid biceps, and took a few deep breaths. “I—I’m all right now.”
A sigh of relief slipped past her lips. She reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt, unzipped it, and shimmied out of it. At last she wore only her underwear and shoes. She popped the front closure on her bra and let it slip to the floor.
He sniffed the air. With shaking fingers he rolled on the condom.
Her nipples tightened, and she removed her damp panties. “Take me,” she said, tossing back her hair.
He was on her in an instant, his mouth on hers, his hands touching and taking. He pushed her back against the ladder, and she felt his cock nudge her belly. Rubbing against him, she urged him on.
His head lifted. His fingers squeezed her nipple, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Then his hand slid downward, and his hot, wet mouth was on her breast, sucking, licking, nipping.
His fingers slid into her slick channel, and he stroked her. “You’re so wet. I love the way you feel around me. So tight. So hot. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Speaking of hot, Roz felt as if she had a fever of a hundred and three. His blunt language got her even hotter, if that were possible.
He touched her clit, and her legs gave way. She would have fallen to the floor, except he caught her and held her trembling hips. She was pinned to the ladder. Her legs spread of their own accord. He dropped to his knees and muttered, “I have to taste you.”
His rough tongue rasped against her clit, and a jolt tore through her. He then licked, licked, licked. Her pleasure was so intense, she wanted to scream, but didn’t dare. There was no pillow to drown her out. She whimpered.
