Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Maybe I told myself that I needed to play this cool, but I’m unable to do it.
This girl makes me lose all control.
It’s as exhilarating as it is frightening.
When a gasp escapes her, my tongue slips inside the warmth of her mouth. Sweetness blooms to life inside me before rushing through my veins.
There’s something addictive about her. It’s like I can’t keep my hands or lips off this girl.
It’s only when someone in the vicinity clears their throat and grumbles about how inappropriate PDA in the library is that her palms flatten against my chest and she gently pushes me away.
That doesn’t stop my body from straining toward hers.
Already, her cheeks are stained pink and she’s breathless.
I love that I’m the one who does this to her.
As unaffected as she tries to pretend she is, her body gives her away every single time.
More than anything, I want to unravel her and figure out who she is. What makes her tick. Her likes and dislikes.
And not just in the bedroom.
Already, I’m learning those preferences.
My gaze flicks back to hers when she clears her throat. “If I’m going to tutor you, we should probably keep our relationship professional.”
A burst of laughter escapes from me. “Professional? Are you being serious?”
Her brows slide together as uncertainty flickers in her eyes. “Yeah.”
“Sorry. It’s much too late for that. There’s nothing professional about our relationship. And FYI—there never will be.” I lean closer before whispering, “Now that I’ve tasted how sweet your pussy is, it’s all I can think about.”
A dull flush crawls up her cheeks. “Maverick…”
I pop a brow. “Yeah?”
“You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why? It’s the truth. One taste of your honey and I was addicted.”
I stroke my fingers across her cheek and then her lower lip.
Fuck, but I’m so tempted to nip at her mouth, because I know exactly how much it’ll turn her on.
Her pupils will dilate until the black swallows up the bright blue.
There’s nothing sexier than Willow when she’s aroused.
What I need to do is break down all her defenses until she finally accepts that this one-night stand has turned into something more. Something neither of us saw coming.
When she studies me in silence for a long moment, I wonder if she’ll argue.
Here’s the thing—she can fight this as much as she wants. It won’t change the outcome.
And we sure as hell aren’t going to maintain a professional relationship in the interim.
She clears her throat. “So, from what I understand, you need help with English?”
The change in conversation has me releasing the air wedged in my lungs. Until now, I hadn’t realized that I’d been holding it captive.
“Yup. I’ve been working on a paper.”
Some of the tension wafting off her dissolves. She seems more comfortable now that talk has turned to school.
As long as she understands that I’ll be stealing kisses while we work, we’ll be just fine.
“Can I see it?”
I unzip my backpack and pull out my laptop before firing it up. That ordinary act is enough to have dread rushing through my veins. As much as I don’t want to show her, that’s the reason we’re here.
The one way I forced her into spending time with me.
Now I actually have to go through with it.
Fuck.
Maybe this wasn’t such a hot idea after all.
Willow seems like a smart girl. It won’t take long for her to arrive at the conclusion that I’m either stupid, don’t try, or have a disability.
And then she’ll see me in a different light.
Or worse, feel sorry for me.
My leg bounces with the nerves that have burst to life within me.
Pity is the last thing I want from her.
I chew my lower lip as I pull up the document and stare at it. Even now, the letters swim before my eyes.
I fucking hate this.
I blink in hopes that the words will make sense.
Frustration spirals through me when it doesn’t happen, and I shove the computer toward her.
I should have agreed to work with a different tutor. Maybe I could have said that the only way I’d do it is if she agreed to let me take her out. This was short sighted on my part. But I was afraid she’d disappear again.
Or try to hold me at a distance.
The girl didn’t even want to give me her name.
When her glasses slip down the bridge of her nose, she pushes them back in place.
That really shouldn’t be so alluring. For the first time in my life, I get the whole sexy librarian thing.
It takes effort to bite back the groan that rises in my throat.
Because trust me, there was nothing hot about our school librarian. She was somewhere in her seventies and would threaten to take a chunk out of you if you returned a book late or—God forbid—damaged one of them. The one time I returned a late paperback, she snatched it from my hands before baring her dentures. As I hightailed it from the library, I’m pretty sure she cradled it in her arms and referred to it as her precious.