Stenton grabbed my heavy breasts, kneading them through my thick sweater. I could hear my ragged breaths. His big hands rose to my head, holding me in place as if I’d fly away without his consent. My hands flew to the wings of his back, desperately wanting to rub the ink splayed back there just as I did several weeks back. I then felt his hands all over my waist, causing traces of lingering sensations wherever he touched. Our kiss turned hard and fast in no time. When he pulled from my mouth, I was gasping for air. He looked at the adjacent wall for a while, clenching his jaw. I wondered what he was thinking, but couldn’t catch my breath to ask.
Then his heated gaze returned to me and everything happened in slow motion. He was channeling something with those marbled orbs as he bore into me with them. His eyes only dropped to watch himself pull at the drawstring of my sweats. My line of vision followed his. My back was against the hard cold wall, my front was against the hard hot essence of Stenton’s arousal.
My chest dropped and fell, dropped and fell and dropped in and fell in anticipation. The wild look in his heavy eyes made very clear what his intent was. The only question was whether or not I could be so bold to deliver. The knot was undone and his marbled orbs were intently regarding mine once again. He slowly licked his lips causing my sex to clench. I missed him so much. Just in that short three-day getaway with him in Alpine, I’d familiarized myself with his expressions of desire. The back of his hand caressed the short hairs of my private area. His eyes flickered. He was communicating with me. I then felt his long finger moving lower until I felt it at the juncture of my labia— “What the hell?” I heard preceded by the forceful close of the door.
I jumped into Stenton’s hard chest as he simultaneously grabbed me and supplied a salacious grin. I chanced a glance beyond his left shoulder and found Paul seething, his hands on his hips and bouncing on one foot.
“Were you seriously going to fuck her against the wall…in the library?” Paul gasped.
My neck reversed back over my shoulders and saw the unwavering mischievous smile on Stent’s face.
“Uhhhhh...cameras!” Paul whispered forcefully. “Did you think of that, genius?”
I banged the back of my head against the wall at that revelation. What am I doing? I lowered my right leg from his high waist, trying to stand, but Stenton grabbed me at the sides of my thighs.
“No!” he growled thickly. My breathing increased again. He lowered his forehead to mine, closed his eyes. There were a few seconds before he whispered, “I don’t like not being able to call, to contact you.”
I felt myself exhale. “I’m sorry,” I whispered painfully. I didn’t know what I was apologizing for; it just felt right. His compelling scent reminded me of the private experiences we shared weeks ago. “Well, I do have a crisis happening right now,” I squeaked remorsefully.
Then I felt an object being stuffed between us causing a sharp pain just beneath my bra line. My head jerked down and saw Paul, pushing a small box and looking pointedly at me. I looked up at Stent and found him rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed. Mechanically, I took it and examined the image of the smartphone on the cover.
“My number is programmed in already,” Stenton’s deep tenor forced my attention. There was strong regard in his eyes, something sobering. “Call me.”
This time, I successfully pulled myself down from him and studied the box.
It took a few seconds, but I murmured, “Sheesh! I could always email to keep in touch.”
Stenton shook his head. “You seem to have a roadblock there, too, remember?” Stenton reminded me.
And before I could speak, Paul piped in, “And don’t think that won’t be resolved soon.” His tone was laced with sarcasm. I honestly didn’t know how these two worked together.
I looked directly ahead at Stenton, expectantly. He returned it with a shaking of his head that gestured I should ignore Paul’s attitude.
“We have to go, Stent,” Paul warned. “After the stunt you pulled last month with skipping out of town without letting anyone know, you shouldn’t be pushing it like this.”
“I have to go,” Stenton murmured regretfully. “Zo, call me when shit like this goes down. Just call me. All the crazy shit going through my mind these past few weeks...”
“What?” I plucked a brow. “Did you think I was too busy sorting out psychosexual development with Leo?” I gave a mock gasp.