Forbidden Fruit by Eden Bradley

breathless already.
    “Because I just saw him go by. And that means we’llhave this little corner of the library all to ourselves for approximately another fifty-five minutes. There’s hardly anyone else here.”
    She swallowed. Her muscles were going loose allover, melting into him as he pulled her closer, untillshe could feellthe solid ridge of his hardened cock against her thigh.
    “Jesus, Gideon.”
    “You don’t want to say no to me, Karalee. I can tell. I can smell your need.”
    Lust swam hot in her veins. She didn’t say a word.
    “Ah, I thought so.” He paused, snaked a hand up into her hair, pulled tight. Just enough to leave no doubt as to who was in command of the situation. “So nice that you wear these skirts. Almost as though you’re waiting for me. Ready for me.”
    He slid a hand between their bodies, grasped her nipple through her blouse, her lace bra, and squeezed. She moaned, low in her throat.
    “Are you ready for me, Karalee?”
    “Gideon…” Her hands gripped his shoulders, digging into his flesh beneath his blue oxford shirt.
    His voice lowered even more. “If I slipped my hand between your legs, would you be wet? I think you would be.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. It was true.
    “Come here.”
    He backed her up, farther in between the tallshelves, untillher spine was pressed into the protruding edges of the books. She could smell the paper, the ink on the pages, the starchy bindings, and his skin. He moved his hand beneath the hem of her skirt. She gasped when he slid his fingers under her panties and right into the wet, aching heat of her.
    “Gideon!”
    “Shh. You don’t want anyone to catch us like this. Do you?”
    She was shaking all over. “No. No.”
    He plunged his fingers deeper. Pleasure shot through her, a lightning flash of need.
    “I want to fuck you again, Karalee. You have no idea how badly. But this is not the place for that. So damn tempting, but even I have some control. No, now I’m just going to get you off. Right here, where anyone could walk by at any moment. But they won’t. Or willthey? Of course, that’s what makes it so good, isn’t it?”
    He moved his thumb over her clit and pressed, circling the hardened nub of flesh. Karalee tilted her hips into his hand, hardly believing she was doing it.
    “You like that, don’t you? Tell me.”
    “Yes. I like it. Need it. Oh!”
    He pumped his fingers deep inside her as her climax came bearing down on her. She shivered, tensed, bit her lip to keep from crying out. He moved his head in and kissed her, his lips pressing onto hers. And she was still coming when he opened her mouth with his tongue, slid inside. So wet and warm, driving her orgasm on.
    She was shaking when he pulled his fingers from her.
    “Beautiful,” he said quietly. “Perfect, Karalee.”
    She grabbed his wrist. “Are you going to leave again?”
    He brushed her hair from her face with a gentle hand, leaned in to kiss her once more. Lord, the man could kiss! She opened her mouth, let him in. His tongue twined with hers, and she wanted to come again suddenly. Needed to. Needed him to fuck her as he had in the janitors’ closet. Oh yes, hard and fast and all animal.
    He pulled away.
    “I’m going now, Karalee.”
    “What?” She could barely think straight.
    “You should have dinner with me this weekend.
    Leave your number on my office line.”
    “Oh…yes. Okay.”
    That smile again, then he touched his fingertips briefly to her lips, just long enough for her to catch her own ocean scent there, then he turned and left.
    She watched him go, moving gracefully between the stacks, before she collapsed into a chair. Jesus, what this man did to her! She loved every minute of it, even that small sense of humiliation he always left her with.
    Her sex was still throbbing. Oh yes, she loved it all.
    Loved that she had no idea what might come next.
    So, dinner with him this weekend? Their first realldate. What would he ask of her? What would