“Baby, I might give the rest of this town what they expect to see, but not you. You’re the only person who gets the real me,” he says with a wink. “So stop worrying your cute little butt about it.”
He drags my chair closer and the noise ricochets around the room like a bomb has just been detonated. He winces and smiles at me as Mrs. Phelps, the librarian, attempts to terrify us with her evil glare, and it works. Ethan squeezes my thighs and leans over to whisper in my ear. “She won’t be able to hear us if you want to take a quick trip behind the stalls in the ancient philosophy section?” He sits back, wearing a huge grin, and it actually looks real and not the artificial ones he’s been shooting people last week.
“Okay,” I utter behind my hand, trying to disguise what I’m saying. It’s not like Mrs. Phelps would be able to lip read from so far away, the woman wears glasses with three-inch thick lenses and still squints when she’s talking to you.
“What? Seriously?” he asks in astonishment. There’s a little hope laced into his voice, and he’s looking at me like he’s waiting for me to shout ‘joke!’
“Seriously, you have no idea how many fantasies I’ve had about fooling around in the library.”
His eyes narrow and he’s studying my face. “You’ve had fantasies about me in the library.”
“No, I said I’d fantasized about fooling around in the library, but I didn’t mention you.”
“Wounded.” He clutches his chest in mock heartbreak. “You’re gonna have to be punished for that.” He shoots me a lopsided grin, and his dimples appear as he grabs my hand and we navigate our way to the back of the library.
“I’m surprised you even know where the ancient philosophy section is,” I mock as we walk down row after row of dusty old bookshelves.
“It’s in the makeout section; of course, I know where it is,” he throws back casually and my feet immediately come to a halt.
“You’re leading me back here to where you’ve taken someone else?” I almost shout, and he laughs at my scowl.
“Shush, you don’t want Phelpzilla to come find us. No Blair, you’re the first person I’m leading back here.” He raises his hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“If you expect me to believe you were a scout, you’re delusional.”
“You’re right; I wasn’t a scout, but I promise you’re the only girl I’ve brought here. I don’t think I’ve ever been in this library before I met you.”
I let out a little huff but secretly I’m relieved. The thought of Ethan with other girls is one I try to keep firmly out of mind. I like the fact that he’s bringing me here, and it’s a first. I follow him until we’re huddled into a quiet, dark corner. He spins me around and his lips land against mine before I know what’s hit me. His muscular frame is pushed up against me, pinning my back against the bookshelf, his arms caging me in. I moan into his mouth as his tongue lightly traces the seam of my lips before delving in and tasting me. My adrenaline spikes and the prospect of someone catching us excites me more than I thought possible. Just knowing there are people going about their day only feet away has me rubbing my legs together, trying to quell the hunger Ethan is eliciting. I can feel the delicious stirs resonating within the depths of my stomach and it’s all I can do to quiet the embarrassingly loud groans fighting to get out of my chest. His hands cup my face gently before beginning a slow and meticulous descent towards my chest, palming my breasts and driving me insane. He knows what he’s doing; he has a wicked gleam in his eyes as he moves his lips from my mouth to the spot under my jaw. I'm confident I sigh as he trails hot wet kisses down my neck and bites gently at my shoulder. I’m so consumed with the feel of him against me that I fling my arms back and send books crashing to the floor.
Ethan’s head snaps back up.
“Are you trying to get us caught, Ms. Thomas?”
The way my name rolls of his tongue is so low and gravelly, I think he could probably get me off just talking to me.
“Sorry, you’re kind of making me lose my mind.”
Anyone would think he’d just won the lotto; the smile that overtakes him is smoldering, and he looks pretty smug with himself.
“Princess, I need you so badly right now.”