Page 9 of Library Lovers

Her ample chest heaves as she comes down from her orgasm, and I watch with rapt attention. When she finally meets my eyes again, she’s grinning like the cat who got the cream. But the pleasure was all mine.

I gently stroke my thumb over her sensitive clit, and she shudders under the touch. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her.

She blushes and attempts to move her dress to cover herself, but I snatch her hands away. “Don’t hide your beauty from me, it’s all mine now.”

A very unladylike, but totally adorable, snort fills the air, making me chuckle. “What?” I ask.

Ava pats my cheek like I’m a silly little boy. “A good orgasm does not a relationship make.”

I roll my eyes at her foolishness then set her straight. “Yes, Yoda, I’m aware. But now that I’ve tasted both sets of your lips, I swear to God, I will kill any man that comes near you. You are mine. We clear?”

She blinks at me, shock and disbelief written all over her pretty face. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I?” I tilt my head to the side and raise a brow. “You didn’t think so when you had my dick in your mouth fifteen minutes ago. Or when you came on my tongue just now.”

The pink blush that spreads over her cheeks and down her neck has my cock trying to escape from my briefs.

“But that’s just sex. You can have sex with any woman you want, Jennings. I don’t understand why you’re staking a claim on me.”

My chest deflates. I’ve been playing nice all week and she still doesn’t get it. Fuck! Did I go overboard when we were younger? I didn’t think so, but maybe she’s right. Maybe I took things too far.

Pushing to my feet, I refasten my pants, much to the displeasure of my aching dick. Then I offer Ava my hand.

She takes it, eyeing me nervously as she slides off the edge of my desk, landing lightly on her heeled feet. I straighten her dress for her with my free hand, then I lead her back to the library entryway. Picking up the bag she discarded earlier, I hand it to her then open the door and usher her out. I direct her to the passenger side of my car, click the unlock button on the key fob in my pocket, and open the door for her.

“Umm, what are we doing?” she asks.

“I’m taking you out to dinner.”

Instead of getting in my car, she turns to face me, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

I sigh then lift her, bridal style, and deposit her in the seat, fastening her belt before rounding the hood and getting in behind the wheel.

“Jennings…” she hedges.

I ignore her, throw the stick shift into reverse, and pull out of the library parking lot.

“Okay then,” she says softly. “I’m getting the impression I’ve pissed you off somehow.”

Still, I ignore her. I don’t know how I can make it much clearer. I want her. Just her. And she’s being so fucking difficult, and it’s frustrating the shit out of me.

“Look, I’m sorry I said it was just sex. But I figured you were just messing with me in a new and twisted way,” she explains.

I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white, but I say nothing. I don’t want to snap at her.

She reaches over, placing her palm on my thigh. “I’m sorry I upset you.” She exhales, giving my leg a gentle squeeze.

The tension is so damn thick you could cut it with a knife, so I swallow release one hand and rest it over hers, snug on my upper thigh. I remain silent until I pull into a spot in front of the nicest restaurant in town. Maybe if I was a smarter man, I would have started here instead of losing my cool and spanking her at the beginning of the week.

After turning off the car, I turn to face her. “I’ve gone about this all wrong. I realize that now. I’ve never had to woo a woman in my life. But I’ve also never wanted more than a good fuck with any of them. You’re different, Ava. I shouldn’t have come at you so hard and fast.” I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “I gave you the impression all I wanted was sex. And that’s most definitely not the case. Although, sex is assuredly on the list of things I want with you.”

She smiles and my heart kicks into overdrive. Time to lay it out for her again, but this time, like a fucking gentleman. I clear my throat. “I want to date you, lick you, marry you, fuck you, kiss you, and make cute little blue-eyed babies with you. But not in that order, I fucked that up a bit, but you get what I’m saying, yeah?”

Her eyes glaze over, and she sucks in a harsh breath. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

I nod emphatically. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I’ve never been more serious about anything.”

“Can you blame me for being dubious? You’ve come back out of nowhere and sprung this on me.”

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