Fuck it, public library or not, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing out of my chair and pulling the pencil from her hair as I claimed her mouth with mine.
Chapter Fourteen
Gabrielle
When I’d put that underwear on that morning, I hadn’t for one second imagined I would be putting in on display for James. In a public library, no less. I’d simply wanted to feel good about myself. A fact that I was infinitely grateful for as James devoured my body with his eyes.
He sat in a threadbare chair and somehow made it look like he sat on a throne. The sunlight filtering in through the window behind him revealed flecks of gold in his dark hair that I hadn’t noticed before.
The corded muscles in his arms rippled as he gripped the armrests of his chair, seemingly considering my offer. He rose slowly and strode towards me like a predator stalking its prey. His hazel eyes burned with lust and pinned me in place.
My breathing hitched. For a guy who could be so easygoing and fun, he was an alpha all the way when he got like this. Though, I had no doubt that he was dominant in every aspect of his life. I wasn’t intimidated by strong men and even appreciated his cocksure presence. Give me that over meek and mild any day.
I had asked one of the guys in Heather’s study group about James, and the guy had practically started purring as he sang James’s praises.
The other guys had quickly chimed in, even some of the girls had started raving about him, albeit for completely different reasons than the guys had been. It seemed that James Skye was something of a hero to his loyal fans. The guys wanted to be him, and the girls wanted to be with him.
In the end, Heather had climbed on the coffee ta
ble and whistled to regain everybody’s attention. “What are we studying for here? The wills and estates section of the bar exam or a quiz about the hottest Dolphin around?”
It was kind of surreal that the lips pressed to mine and the tongue sweeping at my lips belonged to said hottest Dolphin around.
The James Skye I was getting to know was so much more than what those people had made him out to be: a hard-partying playboy who was notoriously private about his personal life and made fans, scouts, and coaches cream themselves during the season.
My hair cascaded to my shoulders as he pulled on the pencil that held it up, falling in a soft wave to the tops of my breasts, tickling them slightly.
James tunnelled his hand underneath it and gathered a handful of my hair to tug my head backwards. It was a gentle tug that didn’t quite hurt, but communicated his intentions clearly.
The 5 o’clock shadow he sported brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck as he pressed his lips firmly to it. He breathed in against my skin, causing my nipples to pucker and sending a bolt of anticipation straight to my core.
It was a powerful feeling to know that this veritable superstar was breathing me in, that he was attracted to me or affected by me in any way.
His free hand gripped my ribs, brushing the underside of my lacy bra with his thumb. My skin tingled where he touched it, explosions of goosebumps forming where his thumb traced the underside of my breast.
Heat pooled between my thighs. At this rate, my panties would be soaked through before he even touched me. He was that good at kissing.
The man kissed with a single-minded focus that made me feel like the only thing in the universe. It was easy to understand why he was so good at his job if he could apply even a fraction of that focus to his game.
At the sound of my moan, he snaked his hand behind my back and unhooked my bra. He lifted both hands to my shoulders and slid the straps of my bra from them, letting it fall to the floor. He sucked in a breath as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. My breasts stood pert and proud, nipples tightly beaded.
I should have cared that I was pretty much naked, in broad daylight in the public library, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The only thing that mattered was the way his eyes raked over me, looking like he was unwrapping his favorite present on Christmas morning.
My knees squeezed together, betraying my arousal. James grinned knowingly; it was a strained grin, though. Like he struggled to hold himself back. I nodded to him, sensing that he was waiting for some kind of confirmation.
It was like someone had pulled the trigger on a starting pistol. We surged back together, and he caught my ass just as I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. He groaned as the heat of my core pressed against his stomach.
He walked us to the darkened stacks and set me down with my back against the smooth wood of a timeworn bookshelf. James tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the perfection that was the result of all those hours he spent working out. I might tease him about being a stereotype with all of his gym time, but it sure as shit paid off.
My eyes flitted over his broad shoulders and strong chest, to his bulging biceps and the muscles that roped from his shoulders to his hands. His abs were sculpted blocks that led from one to the other, creating perfect ladders across his torso.
For one absurd second, I had the intense urge to lean my head down and lick across the ridges of the hard muscle. His jeans hung low and loose on his hips, revealing those ‘fuck me’ lines that only some guys had. Guys who had been smiled upon by God himself and worked hard to keep them.
His golden skin was smooth and unmarked. Not a single tattoo in sight. I had noticed it at the beach the other day as well, but I had been distracted from my ogling by his probing questions about law school and the bar exam.
James dipped his head to take a nipple into his wet mouth. I nearly cried out loud when he scraped it with his teeth. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from making too much noise and tugged at his short hair with the other.
He teased the other nipple in the same way and ran his hands up and down my sides, finally clutching my ass as he released my nipple and licked a path over my stomach. He sank to his knees and looked up at me with a smoldering look in his eyes. He slowly rolled my drenched panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor.