When they were both out of breath, he pulled back slightly as he stared at her mouth. “Damn.”
She kissed him again, but instead of holding her still, this time he backed her up until they were in her apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.
Ava launched herself at him, using her body weight to push him back against the door, her mouth fused to his. He let her control the kiss for about ten seconds before he spun around, pinning her to the door.
His hands found her butt, lifting her legs around his waist as her arms wound more firmly around his neck.
Yes.
Luc’s mouth trailed over her cheek before nudging her chin up to get at her neck. Ava’s head fell back as he ran hot kisses down the column of her throat, and she gasped as his teeth nipped softly at her shoulder.
His fingers dug into her ass possessively before he slowly released her, sliding her down his body, supporting her ribs with his big hands as he placed her back on her feet.
For one heart-stopping moment she thought he was going to suggest they stop, but he merely smiled and righted her glasses, which had gone askew. “Much as I’m tempted to take you against this door, this has been a long time coming. I want to see you.”
She swallowed.
“All of you,” he said, brushing his knuckles against her collarbone.
“And I want to touch you,” he said, his lips finding hers again. “And taste—”
Ava groaned, pulling him in for a tongue-tangling kiss before pushing him back and grabbing his hand.
Wordlessly she led him to the bedroom, although once there she felt strangely awkward.
How long had it been since a man occupied her bed?
Months, definitely. A year? God, did her parts even still work?
Seeming to sense her uneasiness, Luc moved slowly, coming toward her until there was no space between them. No room to think about anyone or anything but him.
His hands cupped her face, his thumbs skimming beneath the rim of her glasses.
“I like this Ava,” he whispered.
She looked at him skeptically.
“These”—he touched the outside corner of her glasses with one finger—“are sexy as hell. And these pants”—his hands slid down to her yoga-pants butt—“make your ass look amazing.”
“It’s my Friday Frumpy,” she whispered, her voice catching a little as his lips nuzzled her neck.
He smiled against her throat. “I like it. Very much. It’s like my own private Ava. The one nobody gets to see but me.”
Her eyes closed at the sweet possessiveness in his tone, and she felt him slide off the glasses and set them carefully on top of the dresser.
“Much as I love the sexy librarian look, things are going to get a little bit rough,” he said in a low growl.
Her eyes flew open.
Rough?
And then she was on her back on the bed, her hands pinned above her head with one of his hands as he used the weight of his body to hold the rest of her in place.
He devoured her mouth with urgent kisses as his other hand roamed along her sides, over her hips, never quite touching where she needed.
Finally she was able to maneuver her lower body so that he was between her thighs, and when she arched up to him he groaned, relaxing just enough for her to free her hands to explore.
His body was hard and perfect. Just like she’d imagined.
Longed for.
Luc let her touch for several moments, but when her greedy fingers found the hem of his shirt, he gently recaptured her hands, placing them once more above her head and holding them immobile.
His eyes skimmed her face as though to see if she was okay with the lack of control. She answered his silent question with the only words that came to mind.
“Touch me.”
His lips tilted in a smile as the hand not holding hers slowly slid up her side, his fingers sliding against each rib, one by one.
His eyes followed the motion of his hands, but Ava never took her gaze off his face.
She loved the way he looked at her.