Page 7 of Library Lovers

“Speak, Ava. Tell me you like what I’m doing to you. That you like the way I make you feel,” I demand.

Her tongue slips past her lips, wetting them. “I like it, but… I don’t want to.”

I freeze. My hand and hips coming to a screeching halt.

“Don’t stop,” she whines.

But I have to. I drop my arms away from her and take a step back, reaching out to steady her as she sways backward.

When she regains her balance and turns to look up at me, shock and confusion cover her beautiful face. Slowly, she shakes her head. “I don’t like this game, Jennings.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, and when I open them, I hope she can see my sincerity. “It’s not a game, Ava, I told you that. And if I have to kiss you stupid every single day for the rest of our lives to show you just how serious I am, I will.”

Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I tug her into me and do just that. I drop my mouth to hers and slide my tongue along the seam of her perfect, coffee-flavored lips until she opens for me.

I press my free hand to the small of her back, holding her securely against my body as I devour her. It takes her a few moments, then she’s kissing me back just as fiercely as I’m kissing her.

Her hands finally, fucking finally, reach out to touch me, and I relish the feel of them. They glide up my biceps, over my shoulders, and into the hair at the nape of my neck where she tugs at the strands.

She tastes like a hazelnut latte, abso-fucking-lutely delicious.

“Fuck me, Jennings,” she pants between kisses.

I shake my head, lifting it so she can’t reach my lips anymore. “No. Not until you believe me. Not until you want me as much, and as fucking violently, as I want you.”

Lust burns bright in her gorgeous blue eyes. “But you just said—”

“And I meant it. I will kiss you like this every damn day until you’re mine.”

She takes a small step back, then glances down my body, her gaze stopping on the very clear outline of my boner through my jeans. When her eyes return to mine, she arches a brow. “So, who’s going to take care of that then?”

I swallow. “I am.”

The cheeky look she’s giving me tells me she has other ideas. Then she’s lowering to her damn knees, her little hands tugging my belt loose and freeing my straining cock before my brain has time to tell me I should stop this.

“Jesus.” I groan. “Stop.” I reach for her but her glare halts me in place. Then her hot, wet mouth engulfs the tip of my dick and there is nothing in this world that could make me put a stop to this now.

Her eyes remain on mine as she sucks me deep, and my legs quake. It feels in-fucking-credible. Ava’s head bobs up and down, taking my shaft to the back of her throat as her eyes water, but she never looks away.

My hand tangles in her hair just so I can touch her. I don’t bother trying to control her movements, nothing could be better than what she’s already doing.

She pulls back almost all the way, leaving only the tip in her mouth and she sucks and licks and drives me fucking crazy. “Ava,” I moan.

Her eyes sparkle, her cheeks hollow, and then her tongue laves the underside of my crown in hypnotic strokes. I’m so damn close. But I don’t want to come, not yet, it’s too soon.

Ava pops off my cock and I want to cry. But then she speaks the most beautiful words I have ever heard. “I want you to come down my throat, Jennings.”

She takes my throbbing cock back into her mouth, sucks hard then swallows me to the back of her throat again. I can’t stop my hips from moving, so I thrust, over and over, and Ava moans around me sending chills down my spine.

My balls pull tight, and I come harder than I have in my whole damn life.

Chapter Five

I lick my lips, sit back on my heels, and then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

I can’t believe I just did that.

And from the look on Jennings's face, neither can he.

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