Page 80 of Mountains Divide Us

“I was terrified, Frank. You said you were bleeding. You were hurt.”

Touching my finger to her bottom lip, I said, “Thank you. It feels good to have your worry aimed at me.” I kissed her softly, trying to quiet the sudden need I felt for her, but it was no use. I was already hard, and my heart was pounding just looking at her. “I’m about to break another one of my rules.”

Her voice was raspy from yelling for me. I loved the sound. “Which one?”

Without preamble, I confessed, “I need to be inside you. We don’t have a warm fire, but I wanna make love to you. Right now.”

“In the library?”

“Yes.”

“Without me telling you everything?”

“Yes.”

“I’m ready, Frank. I’ll tell you anything. I need to tell you. I’m scared, but I want you to know.”

“Later.”

Releasing a breath, her eyes fell shut like she was relieved, and I kissed each closed lid, feeling her lashes flutter against my lips.

I unbuckled my holster and set my gun on the counter, checking to make sure the safety was locked, then popped my fly. Samantha opened her eyes.

“I need you now,” I whispered, letting the moment and the quiet of the library take me where it wanted. The storm was raging outside, trees banging against the building, the wind howling its anger, but we weren’t letting it in. “I’m in love with you.”

She didn’t say anything, but a fire had begun to build behind those eyes, and she responded by leaning back a little and opening her legs wider.

It didn’t take long then. She pushed my pants below my ass, and when she tried unsuccessfully to kick her boots off without untying them, I tugged on the laces, slipping the knots and pulling them off her feet. She wrapped her legs around my waist again, and my hard-on was like a white flag between us.

She hadn’t worn her hat when she came running to my rescue, so her hair was wet from the snow. It was a damp mess. I moved it away from her eyes, cradling her face in my hands, dragging them down her neck. Finally, I slid them around her back and lifted her.

She moaned as I carried her, searching for somewhere I could lay her down. The front desk caught my eye, so I headed there. Grum must’ve understood the situation, ’cause he stayed where he was.

All the lights were on in the library’s main room, the blinds covering the windows pulled up and open, but it didn’t matter.

The only thing that mattered was us. Samantha and me.

Setting her atop the long wooden counter, I pulled her leggings off quickly, and then her white cotton panties. They dangled from her ankle as I lowered my head, finding warm perfection between her legs. I swooped in, latching onto her clit with my lips, sucking it into my mouth.

She was already sopping wet for me, her slick coating my lips and chin.

She cried out and bent her knees, planting her socks on the counter, letting her legs fall out beside her. I snatched the panties from her foot, stuffing them down my pants and wrapping them around my cock beneath my boxers, letting the fabric that had just kissed her pussy fuck my shaft as I palmed myself. I groaned at the imagery, and she lifted her head to watch me. Once she realized what I was doing, her head fell back, and then she was moaning, making those sexy panting noises I’d loved so much in my living room.

They spurred me on, and I licked at her faster, collecting her essence on the tip of my tongue and plunging it inside her, and she rode my face, rolling her hips, her ass slapping the hardwood surface. Her taste coated my throat as I swallowed. I wanted inside her, but I needed her to be inside me too.

Anyone could’ve walked in or seen us through the windows, if they could see through the snow, but I couldn’t stop. It did occur to me that Abey could come back at any moment, so I lifted Samantha again, and she kissed me, reaching underneath my shirt as I carried her.

There had to be somewhere more private, but her wet heat was positioned above my cock as I walked, and getting inside her was all I could think about. I knew I wouldn’t make it all the way up the stairs. The urgency between us was overwhelming. My hands shook, so I dug my fingertips into her skin.

She reached between us, trying to grip my dick in her hand, but if I let her get that far, this would be over before we’d even started. Lowering her as I stumbled down an aisle between two bookcases, I anchored my hand on the back of her neck and held her down as I pushed up inside her, and then I couldn’t think at all anymore.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I was so fucking in love with her. She hadn’t said anything about how she felt, but it didn’t matter.

Seeing the wall and heading toward it, I admitted everything I’d been thinking since I’d met her ’cause her warm pussy walls around my cock were like some kind of truth serum. “I want you in my life. In my bed. I wanna build somethin’ with you. I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier. I’m sorry I wasn’t open with you about my past—this kid has me all fucked up—but I know what I want, and what I want is you.”

She gasped as I pushed her hard against the wall, finally fucking her.

But fucking her had become about loving her, and I couldn’t get enough.

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