Page 119 of Quiet Obsession
“Missed me?” she asks, locking her fingers over my neck, yanking me lower, as greedy as I am.
“You have no idea.” I suck her bottom lip into mymouth and bite, licking to soothe the mild sting. “You like knowing you drive me crazy?”
“A little... I wondered how long you’d stay away before you gave in and found me.”
A pleasant shudder shakes me from head to toe.
Even though she’s been talking more and more, every word she speaks still feels sacred. Maybe because her words have meaning, they’re calculated, never wasted, and I love when they’re aimed at me.
She pulls back with a smile. “Seven hours. You’re not a very patient man, are you?”
“Not when it comes to you.” I pinch her chin and kiss her again, my fingers bunching the fabric of her sweater.
I lift her, craving the feeling of her arms and legs around me. I can’t get close enough. She clings to me, her hot frame fitting perfectly, and I swear I’d kill to hold on to this feeling.
She sighs and moans when I jut my hips, grinding into her. I’m sure she feels how fucking hard I am. Her fingers dip under the hem of my t-shirt and climb up my chest, then around my ribs. Every soft touch feels sacred.
I kiss her harder, drawing her in, her body melting against mine, boobs pressing into my chest.
“More,” she pleads between kisses. “Please, I want—”
“Shh, baby,” I cut in, moving my mouth to the crook of her neck. “I know what you want, but you need to keep quiet.”
She grabs my right wrist, peeling my hand off her hipand pushes it under her sweater, settling it on her stomach. She’s soft and pliant, and I know she wouldn’t mind my cock right now, but the library is not a safe place for that.
We could get caught...
While the thrill of that sounds appealing, we can’t get any more reckless than we already are no matter how much I need her. And I need her so much I’m struggling to comprehend it.
“Bad girl, Millie,” I rasp in her ear when her hand drops to my zipper. “Not here.”
No sooner than those words leave my lips heavy footsteps echo nearby. My spine stiffens and Millie’s body locks in my arms, wide eyes jumping between mine.
“Millie?” Hyde booms a few bookshelves away.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.
Letting her go is the last thing I want right now. I need more of her, but her brother calls again, his footsteps growing louder.
Slowly, silently, I set her down, inhaling the addictive scent of her skin and perfume while I can.
“Go, baby,” I whisper.
She slides away, rounding me in the confined space, but before she vanishes, I tug her back into my chest.
“Come over later.”
She rises on her tiptoes, pressing the softest, most tender kiss to my lips, and then she’s gone.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Hyde asks. “It’s late, sis. Come on, we’re having drinks at Noah’s.”
***
A sound wakes me in the middle of the night. I sit up, startled, and switch on my bedside lamp. Before I’m fully awake and realize what’s happening, Millie pads across my room, feet bare, a silk robe tied around her waist.
She hesitates a few steps away from the bed, her hands hidden in the sleeves, fingers twisting restlessly.
I’m fucking dumbstruck, my head a bee-hive of thoughts clawing for attention. None get through, though. My heart sinks and pulse soars when I notice her tearful eyes and trembling chin.
