But I’m not dreaming. I’m not zoned out.
I am fully present in this moment and I’m about to make one of Josie’s forbidden fantasies come true.
Lucky me.
Putting my hands on her waist, I pull her in for a kiss. "This is what you want, Jos?" I ask, needing to be sure. "You want my hands on you, here in the library? You want me to bring you close to the edge then let you drift away, just to pull you back in and start again?"
"Yes," she says, her eyes on mine. The trust she puts in me isn’t something I take lightly. I know just how dirty Josie’s mind is, but I also know the way her brilliant brain works. She’s always on alert, always cautious. It’s like her head thinks that if it cansense the danger, she can avoid it. Josie never lets her guard down.
Except when she’s with me.
And that’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten, so I’m going to take good care of it.
My hands still on her waist, I spin her so that her back is to my front.
"Put your hands on the shelf, Jos," I instruct, carefully placing each one where I want it. I step in close and she spreads her feet a little, just enough to accommodate my frame. "That’s my good girl," I say, breathing her in, closing my eyes and kissing her neck. That quickly, her body melts into mine. It would feel so good to take her now. I know she’s ready for me, but a quick fuck is not what I promised.
And I’m not about to let her down.
I take my time, skimming my hands down her shoulders and her back before letting them rest at her waist.
"Is this what other people do, Jos?" My voice is quiet, but she hears every word. I can feel her reaction in the slight arch of her back, the tremble in her hips. We’re pressed close together, but both fully clothed. As frustrating as that is, it’s part of the game. I can’t wait to see how needy she gets. Will she beg me? Will she make some noise? Will she notice that I’m just as close as she is?
"Do they fuck?" The word is dirty, and she loves when I use it. "Or do they just tease?"
"I don’t know…I?—"
"Because teasing you isn’t enough, Josie," I say, my hand trailing over her hip. "When we get to your room, I want to take you just like this, from behind. You’ll get on your knees for me, Jos. Think about it. My hand on your back, pressing your belly and tits into the mattress, this perfect ass up nice and high."
Her fingers grip the edge of the shelf, her breath comes in stutters.
"I’m so hard for you." My hand reaches around to her front, the tips of my fingers grazing over the apex of her thighs.
"Van—" she’s breathless, and I love it.
"I’m gonna put my fingers inside you. I want to feel how wet you are. Is that what you want?"
"Yes," she cries, the word too loud in this quiet space.
"I think about it all the time. How wet you get. How good you taste. How fucking phenomenal it feels to sink inside you." My words are rapid, but my hand stays just out of reach, hovering over her center.
"Touch me," she commands, rubbing her body into mine. She’s hungry for more contact, andJesus, so am I. But I need to slow things down if I want to keep my promise.
My hands settle on her waist. She lets out a frustrated sound as I pull her close, my body brushing against hers. I know she can feel just how much I want her.
"I need you to touch me, Van. You said…you said you were going to touch me."
Coming from Josie’s lips, they’re the best words I’ve ever heard. But I can’t obey her, at least not in the way she wants. Not yet.
"I love touching you," I tell her, my hands roaming over her body, cupping her ass, gripping her thighs. "I love hearing the sounds you make."
"Van—"
"What?" I ask, pulling away from her. The loss of contact sucks, and I see my own desperation reflected in her eyes as she turns back to look at me.
"I need you to touch me," she repeats.
I say nothing, just do as I’m told…sort of. My hand skims over her belly, the tips of my fingers flirting with the band of her leggings. She widens her stance and I’m powerless to resist her invitation. Her skin is soft, smooth and I take my time caressingevery inch. It’s driving Josie crazy. She loosens her grip on the shelf and I can tell she’s about to redirect my hand and put it exactly where she needs it to go. As hot as that is, and as much as I’m all for my girl taking what she needs, we’re playing a different game tonight. And I’m calling the shots. "Hands on the shelf, Jos," I remind her, my voice low but clear. "I’ll give you what you need, baby, but you gotta follow the rules, okay?"
