The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(85)

The elevator shuddered, the doors groaning open like they had been asleep for a hundred years.

“What if we make a wager?” I tapped my finger to my chin.

He squinted and looked at me out of the corners of his eyes. “If this gets me naked again, I’m all for it.” His grin was as infectious as a yawn.

“After the slideshow.”

He grumbled beside me.

The elevator rumbled and shook, carrying us to the third floor. Ancient elevators were par for the course in libraries like these. The back of his hand brushed against mine, my need for him blooming deep in my stomach and spreading throughout my body. Drawing it out, we savored the need to delve into one another like diving headfirst into a surging surf.

“Here’s the deal.”

“I’m listening.” He crossed his arms over his chest. The thermal under his coat stretched tightly across his muscled body.

“Whoever gets to my study room first gets to decide what we do once we get there.”

“You want to race me.” He shook his head like I’d placed a bet on a horse they’d be putting down after the race.

I stuck out my hand. “Deal?”

His lazy smile was a sexual ambush. My heart flipped and he slipped his hand into mine, his fingertips brushing against the inside of my wrist. “Deal, Wild Child.”

A sizzle of pleasure rolled down my spine whenever he said that. I could be wild with him.

The elevator doors opened. I tugged my hand free from his grip and bolted, clearing the retreating doors before they fully opened.

“But I don’t know where your study room is!” he called after me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I laughed at the wide-eyed look on Reece’s face. “I know!”

His lips curled up into a happy predatory smile as he took off after me.

I ducked down one of the aisles of the stacks. Our game of cat and mouse was the release we needed. Where else was better to do so than a deserted library? My home turf.

The heavy muted thud of his footsteps on the dull carpet sent a shiver up my spine. I slipped around the far end of a shelf and tiptoed farther back toward my study room. I saw his shadow pass by through the gaps in the books on the shelves as I ducked down lower.

My heart hammered in my chest and I slammed my lips together to keep from laughing. Sliding my coat off, I threw it into the next row of books to distract him and took off in the opposite direction.

His footsteps thudded behind me. “All you’re doing is getting yourself less clothed for me,” he declared in a singsong voice.

I duck-walked along the stacks, cursing my sense of direction. I was on the wrong side of the wide walkway between the two halves of the room. Peeking out from the end of the row, I made a break for it. I got halfway down the aisle with the door to my study room in sight.

Maybe it was cruel of me, but the thought of getting to take my time flipping through the family slideshow while he came out of his skin beside me made the chase worth it. It would be just as hard on me as it was on him, but who didn’t love a little delayed gratification?

Within seconds, like a serial killer in a movie, he grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. I yelped and tried to make a break for the study room. He dumped our coats on the floor. The hum of the fluorescent lighting overhead was our only company aside from the books on the shelves, but a new arrival made himself known, pressed against my back.

“I told you I’d get you.” He spun me around, lifting my hands and pinning them above my head.

His hand snaked down between us and tugged up my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air in the room and his heated touch. My hands pressed against the cool, metal shelves. My fingertips brushed against the spines of the books. A shiver shot down my body as Reece’s hand dipped into the back of my pants, cupping my ass.

“I figured a head start would help.”

He took his hand out and worked quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants and shoving them down my legs. I broke out in goose bumps as the cross breeze of the room glided across my skin. It had absolutely nothing to do with the crazy amounts of hormones rushing through my body or the six-one football player undressing me in public.

“Not when you’re the prize.”

His fingers slid along my stomach, sending shots of pleasure rolling through my body. He shoved the front of my shirt up and over my breasts, exposing my bra. Dropping a kiss onto the top of each cup, he stared at me like I was the altar and the service was about to begin.

I glanced over at the closed door to my study room. We were close.

“You’re not going to make it. This place is deserted—how about we add another first to your list?”

“Which one?” I licked my dry lips.

He popped the button on his jeans, and their muted thud on the floor sent rippling waves of pleasure shooting through my pussy.

“You’ll figure it out.”

Dropping his hand from my wrist, he cupped my ass, lifting my legs so they wrapped around his hips. The hard, insistent nudge of his cock against my slit sent a shudder through the two of us. My body was on fire and I ground myself against him.

The two of us froze the second his thick mushroom head pushed inside me.

“Oh shit.” I moaned and held on to the shelves behind me.

He squatted down while holding me and shook his wallet free from the back pocket of his jeans on the floor. It dropped to the ground as he freed a condom from the leather confines. Tearing it open with his teeth, he rolled it on, holding me up with one arm. He was raw power and muscle, and I was more than happy to have a front-row seat to his next demonstration of athletic prowess.