my hands over his very solid chest before he stepped away, ready for the door to open. It’s a good thing his timing is impeccable, because an older professor was waiting on the other side of the sliding metal door.
“What will you study about?” Javier asked in a hushed voice before leading me to the stacks of metals cases that held documents of every conceivable kind. Damn if his voice wasn’t even sexier when he was whispering.
“Um, women’s suffrage,” I stammered, trying really hard not to think about his seductive voice and the elevator.
“I’m sorry? Is too big a topic. Too much suffering for one history paper to write.” I was having trouble following his grammar again, and then it hit me. I tried not to laugh because I didn’t want him to think that I was laughing at him, even while I stood there continuing to laugh at him.
“No, Javier, suffrage. Not suffering. Suffrage is the right to vote. The paper is about women trying to get the right to vote.”
“Why would women want to vote? Their husbands can vote, so why do they want to?” he asked, looking at me wide-eyed. I stared for just a second, reeling from those words. I hadn’t heard a guy say something that stupid to me since...well, since Bryce invited me to go upstairs and check out his baseball card collection.
“Are you serious?” I whisper-shrieked, since I couldn’t make myself yell in a library even in the face of the most chauvinistic words anyone had ever said to me.
“Of course not,” he said, tickling my sides and laughing in a quiet way. “I just wanted to see you get angry!” He kissed me on the nose and pulled me by the hand towards a separate row of metal shelves marked “Women’s Studies.”
“Here, you will work here and make notations on this card about which articles you need, I will go get the articles and make the copies for you. The copies have to come back, though, so we have to check them out upstairs.” Javier slid a note card and a mini-pencil to me and pointed me in the direction of a row of periodical references. Sure. This was going to be fun.
And fun it certainly was. Every time Javier came back with a heavy bound volume, he placed it in front of me from behind, leaning down to nuzzle my hair or kiss the back of my neck, making me scrape the pencil across the notecard sharply from the surprise of it. Once, as I stood to replace a volume on the shelf above me, he stepped up behind me silently and pulled me to him tightly, his arms wrapping around my front and crossing. I leaned my head back against his collarbone and turned my face toward his for a luxurious kiss, only to have him place a delicate smooch on my cheek and tell me to get back to my studies.
Studies, huh? We’ll see about that.
Instead of looking for another article, I placed my hands on the fronts of his thighs, gently squeezing at the muscles fitted just below his jeans. I turned around in his arms and brought my hands up to his stomach, smiling at the sudden tremor that ran through him as I accidentally discovered a ticklish spot. Mental note, save that location for another time.
I trailed my fingers just under the soft fabric of his tee shirt to his back where his skin burned under my fingertips, stepping up on tiptoe to kiss him again. This time, I wasn’t warned about my all-important homework. Javier kissed me eagerly as he walked me toward the tall desk I had been writing article names on, pushing aside the stack of books carefully before leaning me backwards against its smooth, aged surface. He held himself up on his elbows while holding the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into his
“What will you study about?” Javier asked in a hushed voice before leading me to the stacks of metals cases that held documents of every conceivable kind. Damn if his voice wasn’t even sexier when he was whispering.
“Um, women’s suffrage,” I stammered, trying really hard not to think about his seductive voice and the elevator.
“I’m sorry? Is too big a topic. Too much suffering for one history paper to write.” I was having trouble following his grammar again, and then it hit me. I tried not to laugh because I didn’t want him to think that I was laughing at him, even while I stood there continuing to laugh at him.
“No, Javier, suffrage. Not suffering. Suffrage is the right to vote. The paper is about women trying to get the right to vote.”
“Why would women want to vote? Their husbands can vote, so why do they want to?” he asked, looking at me wide-eyed. I stared for just a second, reeling from those words. I hadn’t heard a guy say something that stupid to me since...well, since Bryce invited me to go upstairs and check out his baseball card collection.
“Are you serious?” I whisper-shrieked, since I couldn’t make myself yell in a library even in the face of the most chauvinistic words anyone had ever said to me.
“Of course not,” he said, tickling my sides and laughing in a quiet way. “I just wanted to see you get angry!” He kissed me on the nose and pulled me by the hand towards a separate row of metal shelves marked “Women’s Studies.”
“Here, you will work here and make notations on this card about which articles you need, I will go get the articles and make the copies for you. The copies have to come back, though, so we have to check them out upstairs.” Javier slid a note card and a mini-pencil to me and pointed me in the direction of a row of periodical references. Sure. This was going to be fun.
And fun it certainly was. Every time Javier came back with a heavy bound volume, he placed it in front of me from behind, leaning down to nuzzle my hair or kiss the back of my neck, making me scrape the pencil across the notecard sharply from the surprise of it. Once, as I stood to replace a volume on the shelf above me, he stepped up behind me silently and pulled me to him tightly, his arms wrapping around my front and crossing. I leaned my head back against his collarbone and turned my face toward his for a luxurious kiss, only to have him place a delicate smooch on my cheek and tell me to get back to my studies.
Studies, huh? We’ll see about that.
Instead of looking for another article, I placed my hands on the fronts of his thighs, gently squeezing at the muscles fitted just below his jeans. I turned around in his arms and brought my hands up to his stomach, smiling at the sudden tremor that ran through him as I accidentally discovered a ticklish spot. Mental note, save that location for another time.
I trailed my fingers just under the soft fabric of his tee shirt to his back where his skin burned under my fingertips, stepping up on tiptoe to kiss him again. This time, I wasn’t warned about my all-important homework. Javier kissed me eagerly as he walked me toward the tall desk I had been writing article names on, pushing aside the stack of books carefully before leaning me backwards against its smooth, aged surface. He held himself up on his elbows while holding the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into his
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