Page 81 of Taming Grumpy Dr. Beast
Logically, I knew whatever we had was temporary, and would likely end when I left, but his words created a warm fuzzy sensation in me. One that I wanted to enjoy for as long as I could.
“Come on. I want to show you something.” We walked around the pool table and a sitting area toward the end of the room. Seriously, if this room came with a mini-fridge and a bathroom, I could live here forever.
My fingers trailed along the various books we passed. The library seemed to have every genre available. It would take a lifetime to read everything in here.
Forcing Jaxon’s hand to slide out of my grasp, I abruptly stopped, causing him to stare at me, baffled. He must think I’d lost it when I gestured frantically at the bookcase before us. My feet wanted to mimic the happy dance my heart was tapping right now. “I can’t believe you have a romance novel section?”
“Ms. Ketill is a big fan. I take it you are, too?”
I nodded so hard I was surprised I didn’t dislocate my neck. There were traditionally published titles from Gena Showalter, Kresley Cole, Nora Roberts, Danielle Steele and surprisingly many indie published authors I followed. There were paranormal romance books by Aidy Award, Annie Anderson, and Candance Colt. Sci-Fi romances from SE Smith, Cassandra Chandler, Kyndra Hatch, and Pauline Beard Jones, Steamy Contemporary romances by Claire Kingsley, Aria Bliss, and Stephanie Harrell. Sweet hockey romances by Kerry Evelyn and Leah Brunelle. Women’s Literature by Jill Wallace and Winnie Winkle and a Menage series by a new author, Danielle Hart.
Who knew Angela and I had the same eclectic taste in reading? I made a note to snag a few paperbacks before we left the room.
“Okay, I’m ready.” I announced to Jaxon after I created a mental list of the books I’d take first.
Jaxon tugged me toward a bookcase to the right of the window. I peered around his shoulder, trying to guess which one book he was about to show me. When his fingers reached out and grabbed the spine ofIncredible Mysteries and Legends of the Seaby Edward Snow, I was surprised.
Then I noticed he wasn’t actually taking the book off the shelf, but pulling it toward us. It took me a second to realize the book was a decoy. How fascinating. Why would he have a fake book on the shelf? Were they all fake within this section?
I registered a click before the bookcase swung outward, causing me to stumble backwards. Jaxon’s arm snaked around me to hold me up. I watched in fascination as the bookcase revealed itself to be a secret door, and a small metal elevator hidden inside.
Oh, my God!
Gasping, I clapped my hands together. “Does this take us to the second level? How clever!”
Jaxon and I entered the elevator together. The space had been designed for one person at a time to use and it was a tight squeeze to fit us both. Not that I minded, as I cuddled him close.
We arrived on the second floor in no time, and the view of the library below took my breath away. I exited and stood by the bronze metal scrolled railing. The color allowed the railing, just like the second floor itself, to blend into the surroundings. This part of the walkway spanned a good seven feet, so when Jaxon grabbed my hand again, we could walk comfortably side-by-side.
The bookcases were at least ten feet high and, to my delight, required a rolling ladder to access the higher shelves. “I’ve always wanted a library with one of these.” I let go of Jaxon and climbed up the first two steps to search through the titles and admire the artwork placed within the shelves.
So engrossed in my book adventure, I jumped when a low growl sounded behind me. I didn’t have time to turn before Jaxon’s hands locked onto my hips and his teeth lightly grazed my ass.
A shudder ripped through me as I held tighter to the ladder. Slowly, his hands moved downward, skimming either side of my body and down my thighs. God, this was so hot. I trembled as I wondered what he was going to do next.
“Don’t move.” Huskiness lingered in his tone.
His hands circled my ankles, immobilizing me. The light touch had me biting my lip, wanting him to slide his hand up further, this time under my skirt. I whimpered, picturing it.
As though he knew my legs grew weak, his chest pressed into my back, holding me up. My head fell against his shoulder as I enjoyed the light touch of his fingers sliding up my thighs, working my skirt higher until it bunched around my hips.
I jerked against his hand when it finally grazed the front of my underwear. His fingers sliding side-to-side over the silky fabric, teasing me. The ache building in my core wanted so much more from him. My hips undulated forward, pressing into his hand, the lack of friction driving me mad.
His finger slid under the elastic and swiped through my slit. “You’re drenched. Is this for me?”
I nodded and moaned in disappointment when he stopped.
“Say it,” he demanded. The command in his tone turned me on even more.
I groaned. “Yes, for you. Please keep touching me.”
“Where?” he asked, keeping his hand still against my mound.
“You know where.” I bucked my hips, rubbing myself into the palm of his hand. I wasn’t used to verbalizing my desire, but with Jaxon it felt right to ask for what I wanted.
His hand lifted away from me. The cool air sliding over me was as shocking as his abandonment.
“No,” I whimpered.
