“You love me?”
“With every fiber of my being, honey. I want you forever, not just for tonight.”
With a hitched breath, she tugged clumsily at the button of his jeans. He sat up, kneeling in front of her, as she gazed hungrily at his handsome form. Black, curling hairs covered his chest and made a steadily narrowing trail down past his navel to the hard, thick length of his erection, which jutted out as he lowered the zipper on his fly.
Heat flushed Alissa’s cheekbones as she looked her fill at Stephan’s enormous cock for the first time. Would it fit? Even as she contemplated this, her untried flesh quivered with some heretofore unknown need for him.
In seconds he had his jeans and shirt off. Stephan’s smoldering blue gaze traveled up her naked body, searing her with his stare as much as he did with his flesh.
He settled within her arms. The sensual smile on his face was made rakish by his neatly trimmed moustache and goatee, which tickled as he brushed his lips against hers. His slow, sensuous kiss was echoed with the rhythm of his hips as he rocked against her mound. Her juices wet the hot, steely hardness of his member. She gasped as the blunt head of his cock brushed insistently at her virgin entrance.
Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss and lifted her thigh around his hip as he gripped her derriere with the other. His gaze met hers and he—
“You’re not going to believe this, Jayne!” Rowena whispered in a dramatic tone, practically in Jayne’s ear.
Jayne nearly came out of her skin. She dropped her pen, and fumbled the book, trying to close it as she adopted a nonchalant pose. Her body pulsed with arousal that brought a wave of heat to her cheeks. She’d never experienced making love for herself, but she was about ready to come all the same. She now had a good understanding of the term “cockblocked.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
Jayne laid her hand over her journal on the desk. “It’s all right. What’s the matter?”
“Daisy just called and said that she’s in the emergency room with a broken ankle. She was changing a light bulb at home and fell off her stepladder. She can’t come for Kookie Kid’s Klub!”
Oh, crap!
Rowena continued in a more subdued tone, “The kids have already started arriving. What should we do?”
There was no way Jayne would cancel one of her new summer projects for the Divine Memorial Library. Between fifteen and twenty kids showed up every Friday afternoon for Kookie Kid’s Klub, which was a half hour spent in making a simple craft and storytelling time and then free time in the kids’ department of the library for the rest of the afternoon. The project had received coverage from the local paper and support from various businesses that donated supplies for the craft projects. Now the young librarian who read to the children and helped them with their little crafts wasn’t coming and might not be there the following week either. There was only one thing to do.
“I’ll handle the kids if you can stay at the checkout desk. We can do this, Rowena.”
Jayne hoped she sounded more positive than she felt. The kids had taken to the extremely gamine Daisy from the very first Friday that Kookie Kid’s Klub had opened. They hung on her every word and listened to all her instructions at craft time. Jayne couldn’t boast of the same gift with children, although she also hadn’t given it a try because Daisy had piped up and volunteered for the task as soon as Jayne had announced it earlier that spring. Jayne had always pursued quieter, less public pursuits.
She steeled her resolve, thinking she could just add this to her list of things she did in the name of seizing the day. Her cousin Grace would be so proud.
As if on cue, the first of several groups of moms with kids filed through the door and made their way into the kids’ department to wait for the event to begin.
“Are you sure, Jayne?” Rowena asked cautiously. “I could read to them, and…and…” She did an admirable job of keeping the terrified tremble out of her voice.
Jayne smiled at the elderly part-time librarian, who would be in over her head with that many rambunctious, noisy kids. As she rose from the seat, she said, “It’ll be fine. I’ll get everything set up.”
“All right, dear. But if you need my help, you know I’ll be right here,” Rowena said as she filled the seat Jayne had just vacated, relief evident in her posture.
Jayne rushed to the meeting room and rummaged through the craft closet, looking for the items needed for today’s craft, and located the storybook Daisy was reading aloud from each week. The theme for that summer’s club was Knights, Castles, and Dragons.