Fight Me(22)

She gasps as her eyes become wide with shock. “You did not do that here! That’s disgusting! What if someone caught you?”

“That’s what makes it so thrilling, darlin’. You’ve never done anything sexual in a public place before? Somewhere where someone, anyone can see you at any moment?”

“Never.”

“Well, darlin’, you are definitely missing out.” Erin turns her attention back to the books on the cart and grabs the last few. Her hands have a slight tremor to them, and it’s evident as she holds the books close to her chest.

I walk around the cart and stand right next to her. I can hear her breath coming out in a slight pant. She’s definitely affected by me or what I’m saying. I love it when she gets all worked up and flustered. I can’t help myself. “Do you want to know something I’ve never done in the library before?”

“You mean besides read a book?”

I lean in over her shoulder so that my mouth is barely touching her ear. That little contact – the only contact I’ve had with her in almost a month – sends lightning straight to my pants. I’m half hard just from the slightest touch of my lip to her ear. I want more. “I’ve never hit a homerun in the library before,” I whisper.

Erin drops the books she’s holding and spins to face me. I grab her little face in my big hands and crash my lips into hers. She tastes like heaven. She immediately responds and opens her mouth for me. As my tongue plunges into the recesses of her mouth, she grabs onto my forearms and lets out a little moan. That noise is the greatest fucking noise ever. I want to hear how she sounds when I’m buried deep inside her.

The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed breaks into the trance we are in. She immediately pulls back, eyes as big as hubcaps, and touches her lips. Erin takes a few steps back until she’s out of my reach and runs out of the aisle, heading towards the front of the library.

I go ahead and take a few moments to collect my thoughts – well, tame my hard on is more like it – and pick up the dropped books before I head towards the front of the library. Erin’s at the desk checking back in a few books brought in by a couple of kids and their mom so I hang back by the magazine rack and wait until they’re finished.

“Have a nice day,” I hear Erin tell the group as they head out the door. I turn and head towards the counter, where Erin is clearly still flustered. She’s nervously shifting her weight back and forth and is making herself look very busy by rearranging things on the top of the counter. She also won’t make eye contact with me.

“I should probably head out,” I say deciding to take pity on her.

“Okay. It was good to see you. Have a great day,” she says quickly with too much forced happiness.

“Erin.” I pause and wait until she looks up at me. When her green eyes find mine, what I see in her eyes almost stops my heart. Lust. Desire. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

She stares at me for a few moments and I think she’s going to ignore my question all together. “Is that a question or a demand?”

“Both. Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

She hesitates, and I can practically see the wheels turning inside of her head. She wants to, I can tell, but something is holding her back.

“Why?” she asks quietly. So quietly, in fact, that I almost miss the question.

“Why what? Why do I want to go out with you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Because I want to spend time with you. Because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because I want to finish that kiss we started in the dark back corner of the library. Take your pick. “I thought it would be nice to spend the evening with you and getting to know you.”

She still stares at me with a weird look on her face. It’s part confusion, part perplexed, part curiosity. I honestly have no idea how she’s going to reply.

“What do you have in mind?” she timidly asks.

“I haven’t really gotten that far yet. I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“I haven’t. I was just wondering what you were planning.”

Oh, I can come up with a few things, but of course, I can’t tell her that. “Dinner. Wherever you want to go.”

“Just dinner?”

“Yes, just dinner.” I lean forward, resting my elbows on the counter. “Unless you have something else in mind for afterwards,” I tease, eyebrows arched up in a suggestive manner. I can’t hide the big smile on my face.

“No! Just dinner.”

I straighten up. “Well, dinner it is. I’ll pick you up at six,” I say as I start to turn towards the door.