A gasp explodes from her.
“That’s not an answer,” I growl.
When I squeeze her for a second time, air rushes from her lungs. “Yes!”
My fingers slide through her slick heat to her opening. “Is all this cream for me?”
“Brayden...”
“Yeah, baby?” A beat of silence passes as I torment her flesh. She has no idea what I’m capable of, but she’s damn well going to find out. “You don’t like the dirty talk?”
I spear my fingers deep inside her until they’re buried to the hilt.
“I do.” Her forehead falls against my chest. “I like it a lot.”
“Deep down,” I whisper against her, “I knew you would.” All it was ever going to take was the right guy to come along and open the door so she could walk through it.
And you better believe I’m that guy.
A garbled sound escapes from her. Her harsh exhalations are music to my ears. It won’t take much more to push her over the edge.
“How badly do you want to get off?”
“Please...”
Instead of giving her what she wants, I tease her, pumping into her until she has no choice but to meet each thrust with the piston of her hips.
“I like the sound of my name when it’s choked from your lips. And when you beg?” I drive inside her with a little more force. “It makes me fucking nuts.”
She whimpers as her muscles clench around my fingers as if to keep them secured in place.
With her head bowed, I’m unable to see her face. I’m desperate to catch a glimpse of her expression. The need to watch her fall apart beneath my touch pounds through me, refusing to be denied. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
“Look at me,” I growl.
She lifts her forehead until her gaze collides with mine. Even though she never answered my question, I pick up the pace before slipping my fingers from her slick heat to circle her clit.
The way her eyes darken, emotion crashing inside them like thunder, I know she’s close to splintering apart.
And you know what?
So am I.
Even though this is the first time I’ve touched Sydney, I’ve catalogued every intake of breath, every flash of pleasure as it flickered across her face. All it will take is a little more pressure against her clit and—
Her head lolls back against the bookshelf as her eyelids flutter closed. Watching Sydney shatter is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. My heart clenches before hammering into overdrive. I have no idea what these strange sensations rampaging through me mean, and I can’t be bothered to inspect them more closely.
All I know is that this experience has only whetted my appetite for more.
Chapter Twenty
Sydney
A week has slid by since the encounter at the library.
I almost snort.
Encounter.
That sounds so...I don’t even know. I’m not sure what to call it. Him getting me off behind the stacks?
Sure, we’ll just go with that for the time being.
I thought our relationship might take a turn for the awkward after what happened. Strangely enough, it hasn’t. We’re still playing the part of happy couple while out in public, which means a lot of hand holding while walking to class or hanging out at parties. He’ll sling an arm casually around my shoulders and draw me close as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Is it weird that it’s beginning to feel that way?
Or that I miss his warmth when he’s not holding me?
My breath will catch as his masculine scent wraps around me, teasing my senses. It’s a cross between the ocean, citrusy sunshine, and something that is uniquely Brayden. There are times when I catch myself burrowing into the solid strength of him, almost forgetting this is an act we’re putting on.
When I’m jarred back to reality, I force myself to step away. I can’t allow myself to forget that this is nothing more than an exchange of services. I’m his pretend girlfriend. He’s assisting with my art project. We’re both getting something we need out of this arrangement. Although, I suspect that the modeling isn’t a hardship for him. The guy seems to enjoy shedding his clothes and being full-on naked. He’d strut around in front of a crowd with no problem at all.
All right, I’ll admit it. It’s not exactly difficult to stare at that well-honed body for hours at a time. The guy is definitely built.
My gaze rises from the sketch pad to the man standing in front of me. Drawing him, shading in all his musculature is an absolute pleasure. I would never admit this to him, but I’ll be sad when we wrap this up. The process has gone better than I expected. Since we’re both in school and play a sport, our schedules mirror each other and it’s easy to carve out time to get together.