“Hmm, I don’t think that one should count as being quiet,” he said softly. “I think we’ll check that one off later.”
I wasn’t going to argue. It meant I got more time with him.
Although I was starting to worry that the time we had left would never be enough.
EIGHTEEN
I’d been planning this for days.
That was the thing no one would’ve expected from me—the guy who lived in the moment, who never thought past the next game or the next girl. But here I was, mapping out the layout of the library like I was planning a fucking heist.
The archives section tucked on the far side of the fourth floor was rarely used by students. I’d scoped it out twice already, noting the security camera blind spots and the fact that the nearest study cubicle was around two corners and down a hallway.
Now I was standing in the library lobby, watching Ava walk through the entrance doors, and my chest did that thing it had been doing lately. That squeeze that felt like someone had wrapped a fist around my insides and wasn’t letting go.
She spotted me and smiled, and fuck if that smile didn’t hit me like a slapshot to the sternum every single time.
“Hey,” she said, stopping a careful two feet away from me. It was close enough to talk, but far enough that no one would think twice about it. We’d gotten good at this—thepublic distance, the casual friendliness that hid everything burning underneath.
“Hey yourself, Sunshine.” I kept my voice light and my posture relaxed, so I wouldn’t give away my excitement. Or get caught by nosy staff before I’d had my way with Ava. “Ready to hit the books?”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Since when do you voluntarily suggest studying?”
“I’m a changed man. Very academically motivated.”
“Uh-huh.” She wasn’t buying it for a second, but she also wasn’t walking away. “And this sudden dedication to education has nothing to do with whatever you’ve been texting me about all day?”
I’d sent her a series of increasingly suggestive messages throughout the day, ending with
Meet me at the library at 7. I have plans for you.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I started walking toward the stairs, knowing she’d follow. “Come on. I found us a quiet spot.”
“A quiet spot,” she repeated, falling into step beside me. “In the library.”
“Very quiet. Very…private.”
Her cheeks flushed pink as understanding dawned, and the sight sent a bolt of heat straight through me. God, I loved making her blush and knowing I was the one who put that color in her cheeks and that anticipation in her eyes.
We climbed to the fourth floor, passed through the main reading room where a handful of students hunched over laptops and textbooks, and then I led her deeper into the stacks. By the time we reached the archives section, we were completely alone.
But there were still people on this floor, and sound traveled through this place, which meant it was perfect for what we were about to do.
I pulled her around a corner, into an alcove formed by two shelving units that created a hidden pocket of space.
“I thought I’d give you a do-over.”
Her breath caught. “A do-over of what?”
“Remember the item where you have to be quiet so you don’t get caught?” I braced one hand on the shelf beside her head, leaning in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin. “The party didn’t count. You were too loud.”
“That’s because you were—” She stopped, biting her lip.
“I was what?”
“You know what you were doing.”
I grinned. “I do. And I plan to do it again. But this time…” I dropped my voice to barely a murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You have to stay completely silent. One sound, and someone might hear. Someone might come investigate. And then I’d have to stop.” I nibbled her earlobe. “But I won’t want to stop, Sunshine, not this time. I want to feel your tight little cunt pulse around my thick cock until we both come.”
