Page 19 of Ride or Die
“Get over it. No one cares these days. I can’t wait to hear you tell me about your first time.” He gives me a wide smile, gets up, and ruffles my hair. “C'mon, let's get out there. It’s about to get busy, hot stuff.”
After my shift, I head over to the library. I selected an online literature credit as an elective and had to do some research for it. It’s not the most interesting course, but it’s a nice change from all the business terminology and number crunching in my mandatory courses. It's also allowed me to expand my reading selection and try new things I normally would never read.
The poet I am researching now has brought me to the third floor, in the deep back corners of the library. I swear the area is dusty from the lack of foot traffic. Clearly, very few people read 16th-century literature for fun.
My finger drags along the book spines as I try to locate the three I am interested in. As I peruse, I sense a presence behindme and stiffen. The air gets thick and heavy with his scent, and I turn to see Colton sauntering towards me.
Swallowing becomes difficult as I take in his features under the low light that highlights him perfectly.
He’s wearing a blue hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tattoos, stonewash jeans, and white sneakers. A chain hangs around his neck, and his hair peeks out the side of his backwards hat.
His hands dip into his pockets as he closes the space between us, and my heart races. The closer he gets, the more intense the ache in my core grows. I cannot get over the effect he has on me, and he hasn’t even touched me.
Now that I've tasted him, it's that much worse.
He stops right beside me and leans his shoulder against the shelf, a playful smirk on his lips. “Hey, Layla,” he purrs. “I missed driving you this morning. I stopped by your house.”
I shrug nonchalantly, trying to remain calm. “I took the train. I worked at six.”
Playing it cool, I find the book I am looking for and pull it from the shelf. I continue on my quest, dragging my finger along to locate my next one.
“How did you find me up here?” I ask, focused on the catalog numbers.
“I was walking in and saw you get up from your spot, so I dropped my shit with yours and followed you up here. I’ve been waiting all weekend to see you again. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Isn’t that a little…stalkerish? Following a lone woman up to a dark corner of the library?” I bite my cheek, trying to suppress a smile as I look at him.
He shrugs and licks his lips, his eyes trailing over my face as he examines me.
“Not really. Not when she already knows how I feel about her and how badly I want her. I’m not stalking at all. I’m pursuingwhat I want.” His confident voice is as smooth as silk, and I subconsciously clench my thighs together to ease my throbbing pussy.
I am not living in a dream. He actually wants me. I can feel the energy radiating off of him, and once again, I am looking at a version of this man I have never seen before.
Colton moves right behind me, boxing me in against the shelf. “And I know she wants me too,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills throughout my body.
Feeling his large body against my back, I place the book on the shelf. I can’t help but lean my head back against his broad chest. A small moan escapes me as he gently caresses my arms, his fingertips stroking my skin all the way down until he interlaces our fingers. The contrast of his tattooed arms against my ink-free skin makes my mouth water.
He wraps our arms around my front, hugging me against his body. His long arms envelop me, cocooning me into his embrace. I feel safe in his arms. Something about this just feels so right.
His face burrows into my neck as he breathes me in, and now it’s his turn to moan. “Mmm…you smell so fucking good, like a vacation,” he groans. I feel his lips gently press against my neck, peppering me with little kisses. Goosebumps prick along my skin, and electricity shoots through every nerve in my body. I feel like I’m vibrating.
Hell, I probably am.
"I've longed to hold you like this for years," he murmurs, in a haze of his own. His words make me lean into him even more, and he holds me tighter in response.
“Colt,” I whimper. I want him to kiss me so fucking badly. I let go of his hands and turn in his arms, looking down each side of the aisle to make sure we are alone. His hands move to my waist, gripping me tightly as if he’s afraid to ever let me go, andhis gray-blue eyes lock onto mine, his pupils dilating with each shallow breath we take. Drawn together like moths to a flame, he dips down and I tiptoe up, our mouths colliding.
My arms wrap around his strong neck and shoulders as he effortlessly lifts me, hugging me to him as his mouth devours mine. This kiss is fire, his tongue gliding perfectly with mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, as if he’s been waiting for this moment for years. Colt’s hands move to support me under my ass and my legs wrap around his waist, fitting us together like two pieces of a puzzle.
The kiss gets more heated as he pushes me against the shelf, grinding into me. We’re making out in the stacks, and it is so incredibly hot. I want this man more than my last breath. Excitement rushes through me, feeling his hardness pressed against my hot center, my panties soaking with arousal, knowing I can create this reaction from him. With every swipe of his tongue against mine, my innocence fades, and I know I’d give it up entirely to this man if given the chance.
Fuck, I’d do it on the floor right now if we weren’t in public.
We reluctantly pull apart, resting our foreheads together and breathing heavily.
“Jesus, Layla, I love kissing you. I can’t get enough,” he rasps. I can’t help but giggle as he puts me down, still holding onto me.
“Tell me what days you work. Like I said, you’re not taking the train anymore. I’ll drive you. I don’t care what time.” His thumb rubs my chin, his eyes filled with adoration that I still find hard to believe.
