Page 180 of Vexatious Queen

“Dammit, that was my next idea.”

I dipped her back, and the smile she gave me lit up her face.

“I love you, Theo,” Ren said, placing her hand over my heart.

“I love you, too.”

Kissing her hard, I snaked my fingers into her hair and gripped the soft waves. Ren moaned and fisted my sweater. What she did next took me completely by surprise. She pushed me back until the hard edge of the bookshelf pressed into my spine. The sound of shifting books felt obscenely loud and erotic in the quiet library.

Ren’s eyes were feral, and I attacked her lips, needing the contact. Her mouth was warm and demanding. There was nothing hesitant in her touch. She knew exactly how close I was to unraveling and wanted it to happen.

I slid my hands to her hips, fingers biting through the fabric of the kilt, making her inhale sharply. That sound sent me over the edge. I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, slower but more intense, taking my time the way I always did when I wanted control—even as I felt it slipping.

Ren writhed against me while her whimpers drove me wild.

“Careful,” I murmured. “Remember what happened the last time you teased me like this.”

“Oh…I remember,” she said, her eyes glazed over with passion.

With a quick turn, I trapped her up against the books. Some toppled off the shelf, and Ren smirked as she pulled one and dropped it with a thud on the floor. I cocked my eyebrow.

“Oops.” She did it again. “I’m clumsy today.”

“Are you looking for trouble?” I groaned, locking her devious hands above her head to keep them from making a bigger mess.

“I’m looking for Murk. Have you seen him,” she asked and nibbled at my bottom lip.

That was it. Whatever control I’d been clinging to snapped clean through. I kissed her again, rougher this time, my grip firm and possessive.

The world narrowed to the heat of her body and the quiet, dangerous thrill of being surrounded by shelves of borrowed stories while writing our own in stolen breaths.

My lips never left Ren’s as I released her hands to unzip my pants and free my cock. Slipping my fingers under her skirt, I gripped her underwear in both fists and yanked hard. Ren whimpered into my mouth as the scraps fell to the floor.

“Sorry-not-sorry, eh,” I said, teasingly.

“Canadian sounds good on you.”

Ren hitched her leg around my waist as she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. The sides fell open, giving me a great view of her breasts in a sexy lace bra.

“I know something that looks even better on me,” I said, running my tongue up the side of her neck. She trembled in my arms. “Be a good girl, Shiver, and put me in,” I whispered in her ear.

I needed her more than my next breath. Ren wrapped her hand around my cock, and I clutched the wooden shelves, thankful that they were bolted to the wall.

Ren teased me, rubbing back and forth across the head of my cock and driving me near insane.

“Do it,” I growled.

Her heat surrounded me, and I thrusted in as far as I could go. Ren gasped and clung to me. My movements were not sweet or romantic. I needed every inch of her and wanted to feel Ren come undone in my arms.

“Oh God…Theo…yes.”

The bookshelf creaked, and books fell to the floor as I fought for better leverage. I still wasn’t deep enough, which only heightened the desperation coursing through my body. Giving up on the shelf, I clenched Ren’s hips and lifted her. Her legs circled my waist as I took us to the table.

Ren’s face was flushed red, her gray eyes glinting in the dim light as she reclined. Her kilt was pushed up, granting me access to her sweet pussy.

“Put your legs on my shoulders,” I said, groaning when she did what I asked. “Fuck, that feels incredible.”

The position rocked her hips up into me and added more pressure to my cock. Ren reached out to the sides and was just able to grip the edge.