Chapter Thirty-Three #2
A buzz radiated around them, sexual static making every touch, every whimper feel like an electric shock of need and lust. Theo had never been so desperate to have someone in his whole life.
Olivia just did something to him. It was like there was a chemical reaction to her, every part of his body craved her touch.
She did something no one else did to him. Things no other woman had before.
He looked down the aisle, then glanced back at Olivia who had a smirk on her face.
“Are you sure no one will find us?”
“I’ve booked this section for the next twenty minutes.” She grinned.
Grunting, he hooked both her legs around his waist and palmed her backside, pressing their centres together in a slow roll before walking her down the aisle and towards the back wall of books.
If she wanted him to take her right up against these flimsy library bookshelves then so be it.
Slamming her back against the wall of books, he felt her body arch into his as she gasped at the contrast of his warm body with the cool metal bookshelves.
Olivia’s hands shook in anticipation as her hand reached down and unclipped his belt, pulling the strip of leather through the belt loops slowly as he continued to watch her undress him.
Making haste with the zipper, she pushed his Levis away from his hips and squeezed his backside between her fingers, drawing his solid core towards hers.
His hands were everywhere. Trailing her neck, squeezing the soft mounds of her breasts, flicking her nipples harshly before moving further down over the thin fabric of her shirt and hiking it up around her waist.
“You want it off?” she asked, her breath harsh and uneven from the attack of his lips.
“I want it off,” he growled. “Now.”
Shimmying the garment over her head, Olivia was left in a black lace bra and her black skirt. She’d never thought a man would ever look at her the way Theo did right then, pressed up against the F section of the library’s literary magazines, as his eyes flickered with something.
Dark with lust, she watched as he took in her gasping chest, the firm hold of her hands against his chest, the way she was entwined around him like ivy around an old house.
He looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and for the first time in her adult life, she believed it.
“You’re beautiful.” He cut off her thoughts, capturing her blush with his lips and continuing his torture down her neck and across the hem of her bra.
As much as he wanted to fuck her against the bookcase, he would make sure she was properly prepared first. He wanted to make her legs shake. Kneeling onto the wooden floors, he grasped the tops of her thighs and slung one over his shoulder, kissing down her stomach.
“What are you doing?” Olivia asked, glancing around to double check no one was coming their way.
“Stay still.” Theo hummed.
“But…”
“Open your legs for me, princess.” Theo ran a finger along the lace of her underwear with a promising caress before pulling them down around her thighs
Her eyes flickered shut for a moment. Theo had been dreaming of this moment since the bed and breakfast. He couldn’t wait to taste her again.
Without hesitation he dived in, lapping her centre with determined licks.
He had one mission. Make her come at least once before he had her against the flimsy bookcase of the public library.
Her fingers wound around his wavy dark locks, pulling his head closer to where she needed him the most. Grasping her thighs, he hummed against her centre, letting out a deep chuckle when he felt her muscles contract at the vibration, her mews and moans coming out faster and louder with each thrust of his tongue against her centre.
Without warning, she crumpled in his arms, her core clenching almost painfully as he devoured all of her release, tasting the sweet honey on his tongue.
Standing up, he grasped her face between his hands and thrust his tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, before reaching down and aligning their cores.
Thrusting into her slowly, he felt her muscles contract around him, squeezing his cock further into her heat.
Entering her slowly was the sweetest torture, but the guttural moan Olivia released as their hips lined up was like music to his ears.
Her hands reached up and grasped onto his shoulders, and she rolled her hips, pulling him deeper and deeper until she held him captive to the hilt.
They groaned loudly in pleasure, and despite being so turned on, Theo looked round, worried that someone would walk past the far end of the section, glance in between the wood and glass openings and see them joined in passion.
Olivia kissed down his throat, rolling her hips once again in determined need. “Faster.”
Theo grunted, his body obeying her command, and with the fast rolls of his hips all they could hear was the sound of their panting breaths, their skin meeting with each heavy thrust and the small rustle of books shifting as the bookcase gave slightly with every move of their bodies.
It was dangerous.
It was thrilling.
It was addictive.
Her.
Having her like this made Theo’s brain short circuit, the only thought he had going through his mind was to try and delay his release. The hot molten core of her was enough to make his eyes roll back into his head, and for his lips to devour her mouth once again with passionate, punishing kisses.
He wanted all of her.
All the time.
He knew that this was far more than a simple arrangement now. He wanted to be her leading man in real life.
“You feel so fucking good, Liv,” he moaned.
She responded with a breathy laugh before it cut off and turned into a whine as he thrust once again, hitting just the right spot inside of her to send fireworks throughout her body. “Right there. Right there, Theo…”
“You’ll only come when I tell you to come, understand?” he breathed into her ear, watching as her body shook with untamed pleasure, the need growing unbearable for her.
“Yes, please. Right there. Don’t stop.” Olivia’s breath hitched as he thrust even faster, sweat falling down the side of his temple, jaw muscle tensed as he tried to contain his own pleasure.
When it all became too much, he grasped her throat with one hand, and brought the other under her knee, pulling her leg up even further to hit that magic spot inside of her deeper. With a single word from Theo’s mouth, they both fell apart.
“Come.”
Thirty minutes later, with their clothes haphazardly fitted back on their flushed frames, Olivia and Theo walked through the front entrance of the library, childish grins on their faces, hair slightly astray.
She looked up at him, as they swung out onto the street, their footsteps hurried as though someone was after them.
They ran down the pavement, both slightly out of breath, bodies still thrumming with exhilaration.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that.” Olivia laughed. Lifting her hand up she brushed a lock of hair that had gone rogue on the top of Theo’s head. His hand came to her waist, giving her stability as she balanced on her tiptoes to reach his height.
“I can,” Theo said with another grin, kissing the side of her face quickly. “Trust me, I want to do much more than that.”
“I’ll have to find another writing spot.”
“Why?”
“Because after we did that… I’m not sure I’ll be able to come up with any coherent ideas, let alone think of anything other than you, me and the spine of an analysis of Pride and Prejudice digging into my back.”
“Let me take you out.”
“What do you mean? We are out right now.” Olivia hummed.
Theo shook his head, hands still clutching her waist. “No, not like this. Can I take you out?”
“Like on a date?” She let out another laugh, almost as if his question was silly.
“Yes, like on a date.”
“Theo, we go on dates all the time.”
“No, I want to take you on a date. One for you, not your research. A date for my own selfish want to have you spend more time with me. As Olivia and Theo. A proper date.”
Olivia flicked her gaze between his eyes, noting the sharp, serious glint that brightened his face. He really was someone that she wanted, and as much as that scared her, she decided to push the fear so far down that it dissolved into nothing. “Okay.”
“Okay?” he asked.
“Okay. You can take me out, Theodore Constantine.”
“Saturday? Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you up.” He spoke as if he had already planned it all out, and Olivia knew that he probably had. He was that kind of person. Prepared, romantic, attentive. “It’s a date.”
Olivia’s lips, still tingling from their passion in the library curled up with excitement. “It’s a date.”