Page 27 of Ruthless Rose

I open my mouth, but words won’t form. What does he mean by an experiment?

“I’m going to be wondering what you’re hiding under your skirt every fucking day now. It’s so not fair,” he growls. “And I really want”—his right hand slides from my hip to cup my ass—“to see your panties up close and personal, but I’m guessing the librarians wouldn’t approve if they found you flat on your back with my head between your legs.” He squeezes my butt firmly, and a rush of arousal pools between my legs.

Panties. Wet.

My lips part. No one has ever said anything so dirty to me before. And it’s throwing me for a real loop. It’s finally happening and with Micah Robertson, someone I’m not at all sure I can trust. My throat works down a hard swallow as his lips brush along my neck, grazing the skin. Oh, God. Is it awful that I want him to keep doing that?

My heart is about to rocket out of my chest and zoom around the library. Micah’s nose nudges along my jaw as he places open-mouthed kisses just below. His hot breath on my skin has my body lighting up like paparazzi camera flashes, one burst right after another, until I’m absolutely overwhelmed by sensation. He grips my thigh and lifts it until I instinctively wrap it around his hip. A deep sound rumbles up from his chest as his powerful body molds to mine.

Oh. Oh my God.Micah’s dick is hard. I can feel it against my belly, long and thick. His hand slides up the underside of my thigh, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my panties where he palms the bare skin of my ass. I’m so surprised, I make a little sound in the back of my throat.

“You like my hands on you, Daphne?”

I full-on whimper. “I-I don’t understand you.” My body desperately wants what my brain fights to reject.

He angles his pelvis just right, grinding the hard ridge of his erection over my clit. He kisses my neck again and rocks himself against me.

I think I must be out of my mind because the more he does it, the more I seek out the friction we’re creating. Throwing my head back, my hips undulate in a rhythm I don’t think I’ve ever truly experienced until this moment.

“Fuck, Daph. Do you understand me now?”

I’m so lost in the feel of him, I can’t even answer, and the leg I’m standing on begins to shake.

“Daphne? I’ve got some more books for you to shelve, honey.” Mrs. Traiger’s soft voice floats to us from a few stacks over, and a squeaky wheel on her cart jolts me right out of the lusty fog Micah has me in.

My breath catches in my throat.

His tongue slides up the hollow of my neck, and he thrusts against me again. I make a noise I’ve never heard before. It’s a strangled, wild, needy sound.

“Micah. Micah, stop.” And even as I say it, I grind down on his cock like a mad woman.

“You don’t want me to stop.”

Mrs. Traiger’s slow footfalls come closer. “Daphne?” Another squeak from the cart.

Finally, I find the strength to answer her as I push against Micah’s chest. “I’m over here.”

Micah nips at my neck, releases my leg, and steps back just as Mrs. Traiger’s head pokes around the corner.

“Oh. Sorry, dear, were you helping Micah find something?”

I bite my lip and nod, scanning the titles next to me, but not reading them. I reach up and select a book at random, handing it to Micah. “Here you go.”

He takes it from me. When he glances down, he stutters his reply. “O-oh.” His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, but then he smirks a little. “Thanks for this, Daphne.”

Oh, fucking hell, what book did I give him?“Anytime. You can check it out up front.”

“Thanks, I’ll do that.” Micah chuckles, shaking his head and walking away.

Mrs. Traiger tilts her head to the side. “Daphne, honey, are you okay? Your face is all red. Are you feverish?” She clucks at me like a mother hen. “Maybe you should go see the nurse if you aren’t feeling well.”

“I’m okay. Maybe a little overheated?” Boy, am I ever. My heart is pounding, I feel flushed, my core is throbbing, and my panties are uncomfortably damp. I almost had an orgasm. Holy crap. Right here in the middle of the library. “Um, did you have something else for me to put away?” I’m kind of in a daze. Though I try to focus on what she’s saying, I find it hard to do.

Hard.Micah was hard. For me. I made Micah Robertson—star tight end of our football team—hard, and he rubbed his cock against me until I almost came—a science experiment worth repeating. But … I don’t know why he came in here in the first place. Had he planned to do that or…?

“Yes. An entire cartful.” She points over her shoulder. “I left it around the corner.” She eyes me again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting kind of funny.”

“Definitely.” Yes. I’m more okay than I’ve ever been. More confused, too, but that’s beside the point.

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