Seduction (31 page)

I leaned over further, giving him the full view down my shirt. ‘No, I'm doing research.'

‘On oral sex?' His lips tilted to the side and my heart fluttered against my breast. Steadying my resolve, I stuffed back the urge to look away. Instead, I pinned him with what I hoped was my steamiest come-hither look.

‘Uh-huh,' I finally managed, and twisted my finger through a lock of my hair. The seconds between my question and his response stretched on. Would he tell me to get lost? Would he call security? My face bloomed with a rush of heat from the embarrassment tying a knot in my stomach.

‘On giving or receiving?' he asked, breaking the unforgiving silence. The straight planes of his face revealed nothing behind his ice-blue eyes. I swallowed, fighting the urge to turn tail and run. Throwing caution to the wind, I glanced at him from beneath my lowered lashes.

‘Receiving,' I managed in a low, sultry voice.

He snorted in a light, airy way, dismissing my request with a shrug. Pinning me with a look of disbelief, he finally turned to the computer and typed something in.

His chin-length sandy blond hair was tucked behind his ears and I took the opportunity to contemplate the ledge of his brooding brow, the straight edge of his nose, the turn of his top lip and the cut of his square jaw. The very profile I'd admired many times before. His sun-browned skin glowed copper in the morning light streaming in through the large picture windows. He cut his gaze at me without turning from the monitor. I didn't bother hiding the fact I'd been checking him out.

Either he didn't care to notice or he wanted me to leave, because he didn't even blink. ‘You'll find what you're looking for on the second floor. At the top of the stairs, go right, all the way down, third row from the end.'

He granted me a crooked smile and turned as someone entered the library to drop off a load of books. The thin
material of his light-blue polo stretched across his broad shoulders as he picked up the stack of books and moved them to a cart. I looked my fill of his cotton-encased back and his ass cupped to perfection in beige khakis. He turned and looked over his shoulder as my eyes travelled back up his body.

‘You need help with something else?'

Yes, I need you to fuck me
. I didn't say it, but I wanted to. Instead, I shook my head and turned towards the stairs, making sure my hips swayed enough so if he was watching, he'd know I was bare beneath.

I walked up the stairs, replanning and questioning all I had worked towards for the last few months. I'd been unable to seduce this particular stranger. Bloody hell, I couldn't even begin to tempt him. I headed to the location he'd described, figuring I could get in a little more research if nothing else.

Walking along the third aisle, I scanned the books. Women's fiction? Puzzled, I turned and travelled back up the aisle, reading the titles again. About midway down the aisle, a hand wrapped around my waist and clamped over my mouth. Stunned, I teetered between fighting the restraining hand and waiting to see who'd captured me. A man pulled me back against the length of his hard body and something inside me relaxed.

‘Have you found what you needed yet?'

My mind whirled. It was him. I would have recognised the deep tones of his voice anywhere. His question vibrated through me, the baritone rumbling, sliding like a satin snake along every nerve in my body. He'd followed me and then he'd made the first move. All I could do was shake my head no.

He dropped his hand, skimming along my jaw, down my neck, trailing fingers along my collar-bone, to run a palm over my breast. My nipple swelled against the fabric of my shirt. He circled the tightening bud with the tips of his fingers. Dazed, I watched as if from a dream as my nipple peaked to life. The
light dusting of blond hair on his knuckles glittered in the bright fluorescent lights, highlighting the tracing path of his hand. Those strong, tapered, long fingers teased me through my shirt, circling the point of my breast until the desire swirled in the pit of my stomach, in time with the rhythm of his hand.

From his hand over my mouth, I could taste and smell the heavy scent of his cologne. Citrus and evergreens wrapped around me, pulling my senses tighter to him. His body radiated heat, pressing along my back, to seep into my body and melt any resistance to his spell.

Moving my hair aside, he placed his lips to the curve of my neck. I moaned low in my throat. The wet path of his mouth left a burning line of sensual promise along my shoulder. Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, bringing goosebumps to my skin. He continued his exploration of my skin with his mouth and tongue, the goosebumps retreating and then re-forming with each swipe of his mouth. Leaning back against his frame, I ran my hands down his legs, revelling in the iron-like muscles encased in soft fabric. His erection pressed into my lower back so I pushed up on tiptoe and ground my ass along the length of his cock.

‘No.' He nipped my neck and jerked back on my hair. The sudden brutality of the action heightened my excitement and the place between my legs grew hotter, heavier and wetter. He traced his lips along my neck to my ear. I squirmed beneath the moist onslaught of his lapping, plunging tongue. The thumping accelerated in my stomach, radiating down to my pussy. Pressing against the restraining bond of his arm now around my waist, I stretched to touch myself, anything to ease the budding pressure. Unable to reach my clit, I dug my fingernails into his thighs, a silent plea for him to take it all the way.

A flush of hot breath fanned across my ear and cheek as he released my ear from his torturous tongue. ‘Want me to stop?'

Too frenzied to form coherent words, I shook my head and ground against his dick. He jerked my hair again before running his hand down my stomach and along my hip bone to settle on my thigh, so close to my pussy the heat of his hands reached out to caress me. His fingers twitched on my leg, as if he fought them from reaching for me. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg, to have those fingers sneaking under my skirt to touch me at my core.

‘That's not an answer. Say it,' he murmured into my ear.

Looking down the row between the aisles of books, I panicked at the thought of being caught. The panic morphed into heightened desire as my mind whirled into a fantasy of someone finding us then stepping back to watch the act unfold. The thought burned through me, soaking my body in a rush of lust-induced sweat. ‘What if someone catches us?' I breathed, praying I wouldn't push him from me with the reality of the words, hoping he'd find the image as erotic as I did.

His erection jerked against my back and he tightened his fist in my hair. ‘Good,' he ground out. ‘Now say it. Do you want me to stop?'

I shook my head along his shoulder in answer to his demand, my thoughts disjointed and focused on where his fingers danced along my leg.

‘Please don't stop.' My voice cracked with the soft-spoken whimper. I moved my hips towards his hand, hoping his fingers would slide to my clit and bump me enough to give me some relief.

‘Uh-uh.' He moved his hands to my hips and pushed. ‘Lean forwards and put your hands on the ladder there against the bookshelf.'

I didn't even question his command. All I could do was obey. I leaned forwards and he moved my feet apart. Spread-eagled against the ladder, I waited to see if he'd touch me. Then he did – a light feathering of his wet lips on the back of my knee. My
legs threatened to buckle as his tongue travelled up my thigh before stopping at the hem of my skirt. He repeated the tease with the other leg, only his tongue and lips tasting my skin, leaving a warm tingling trail in his tongue's wake. His warm breath feathered across the back of my leg, sending shivers of quivering anticipation straight to my pussy.

He lapped at the back of my thigh, hot, bold strokes of his tongue so close to the crease beneath my ass. I nudged backwards, begging for his tongue between my legs, on my clit. My knees quivered when he stood and pressed into me from behind, grinding his hard body into mine.

‘Whatever you do, don't move and don't make a sound.'

He pulled my hips out and up from the ladder and the bookshelf, so my ass jutted in the air. The position opened me, exposing my wet, throbbing pussy. Cool air brushed my naked ass when he lifted my skirt, exposing my body to his view. He ran a palm over my ass and the callused burn of his hand seared into my body as the movement laid a very blatant claim to me. He removed his hand as he moved near my pussy. I wanted to moan in disappointment, but before the thought left my mind his mouth was on me. First his tongue lashed out and traced along my slit, like a bird tasting the flower's nectar before devouring the sweetness within. Then he lapped along my clit with those same strong strokes of his tongue. In a slow, erotic motion he devoured me, tasted me with his chin and nose pressing against my skin as he buried his tongue inside me. He swirled his tongue in and out of me, teasing me with the symbolic motion.

A hot wave broke over my skin, bathing me in a light sweat. I couldn't catch my breath, my lungs locked as everything in my body stilled, a brief pause, like the quiet before the storm. Then he slid a finger inside my pussy, first one and then two, burying them to his knuckles. In long, smooth caresses he worked them in and out of my body in a slow, steady rhythm.
With one hand on my hip, he stilled my bucking, my begging for more.

Seconds spun out into minutes as he teased me with his fingers, building the fire until I thought I'd burst into flames, holding me to the edge of the peak with the practised groove of his hands. The space between my legs grew wetter and heavier, almost stinging with the budding of my coming release. I bit into my lip and closed my eyes, holding my breath and fighting the plea for him to hurry.

My eyes flew open when I heard a shuffle. Through the tops of the books I saw a figure move away from an aisle of books three rows over. I stilled, afraid to stop the man on his knees between my legs but fearful of being caught. Sensations rushed over me as the world seemed to freeze on a moment of indecision. First the buzz of the lights, then the musty smell of used books and dust invaded my over-sexed senses. Saturday mornings in the library were proving to be busy and over-crowded, at least in this section. Finally a faint mixture of sweet citrus-evergreen and hot sex invaded my practical brain and made the choice for me. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back so my long hair brushed the top of my ass, then I held on for the ride.

As if sensing the moment, his mouth moved to my clit and he drew the swollen bud between his teeth and gently sucked. Floods of ecstasy washed over me, breaking through me in wave after pounding wave, first retreating before rushing back like the tide, teasing my senses with the mind-numbing pleasure of the release. The orgasm broke over me in a burst of heat, radiating from the pit of my stomach and flashing out in a hot, molten tingle straight to the tips of my toes. My body bucked with the ferocity of it. He continued to suck on me, drinking my dew and prolonging the experience as I continued to come. I bit into my hand to keep from crying out, afraid he'd stop if I broke his rules.

When the tremors subsided, he scooted up my body, his hands running along the length of my legs and back up to my hips. With my skirt still riding up around my waist, he pressed his hard cock against my sensitised pussy.

‘Please,' I begged, wanting nothing more than him buried to the hilt inside of me, using me for his own pleasure.

‘Please what?' he breathed, his hands travelling around to the front of my body to cup my breasts. I could smell the sweetness of my come on his breath and my body pulsed in response. His question brushed the hair along my ear, sending tingling sensations down my nerves to the pulse point of my pleasure.

He squeezed my nipples and I drew in a broken breath, the light pain only serving to heighten the pleasure.

‘Fuck me,' I moaned, grinding back against the length of him.

This time he turned me around to face him. My vision darted to the jut of his cock pressing against his pants and the wet evidence of my own pleasure smeared across the front. I pulled my mesmerised gaze back to the fire-blue depths of his eyes, wondering what he'd surprise me with next.

He glanced at my lips before moving in to kiss me. The first touch was tentative, a test, a tease to tempt me to take the next step. And I took the challenge because I wanted so much more.

I could taste my own come on his lips and smell myself heavy on his breath. Driving my tongue into his mouth, I pressed fully against him and tangled my hands through his hair. All at once, his hands were everywhere, touching every crevice he could. I could sense the hunger in him and the power of the raw need to claim and conquer. This was what I'd dreamed of. This was what I'd wanted. This was seduction.

We drank from each other's lips for a time, revelling in the newness of each other, the wonder of the first kiss. I nipped his lower lip and he moaned into my mouth. Then he drew my bottom lip between his and sucked. Wrapping a leg around his
waist, I pressed against him, wanting to smooth my hands all over him all at once. I pulled at his shirt and ran my hands along his rippling abs and around to his back. His skin slid like satin beneath my greedy fingers, a glorious expanse of well-toned muscle encased in pure satin. I sighed, wondering what he looked like beneath his shirt. The inflaming need to see my hands on his body exploded inside of me. I wanted to see my pale fingers splayed across his chest. He didn't fight me when I tore at his shirt and as soon as the material cleared his head, he drew me back against him as he pushed up my tank top to expose my breasts.

The first touch of naked skin to naked skin ignited my desire like a match to paper. I wanted to cry, I wanted to sigh, I wanted to sink to my knees and thank him for touching me. I couldn't stop as my hands roamed along his torso, his back and his shoulders, to finally spear through his hair. The whole while he drank from my mouth and I gave all he wanted, and begged for him to take more.