Becca glanced through the books on the shelf. She could have sworn she’d heard the door close. With a sigh, she stepped back and reached for a random book on the shelf. A pair of solid arms came around her pulling her against a warm chest.
“I think you enjoy playing these games with me.” His breath brushed against her ear, and her eyes drifted closed at the warmth that eveloped her. “Enjoying your research on Ancient Inuit Phrenology?”
Opening her eyes, she glanced down at the book clasped in her hands. Ancient Inuit Phrenology. Damn and blast. Becca set the book back on the shelf. When she tried to turn, his embrace tightened.
“Shouldn’t you be working, Sam?” She arched back into him, teasing and yet implying so much more.
“Shouldn’t you be studying?” he asked in response, his hand settling on her hip.
His lips grazed her ear, blazing a path along her cheek. The sweet hint of tea on his breath and the subtle musk from his aftershave ensnared her as it mingled with the scent of books and need. She needed him, like she needed air to breathe. It had only been a few weeks since that first meeting just a few rows away.
“How do you expect me to work when I know you’re out here, stalking me?” Sam kissed her neck with a playful nip.
She fought to suppress a moan even as the denial bubbled from her lips. “I’m not stalking you.”
“Yes, you are.” He nipped again. “Don’t deny it. You’ve hunted me through three sections of non-fiction and a veritable forest of classics. I’m quite flattered.”
“Don’t be. I just happen to enjoy being in the library. It has nothing to do with you.” She squeaked when he spun her in his arms.
Sam tipped her chin up, forcing their gazes to meet. “You lie, quite well to be honest, but you lie none-the-less.”
“I come here to study.” Her gaze flickered to his mouth, then back to his eyes.
“As much as I come here with the sole intent of hitting on attractive students—” a wicked grin stole across his lips “—and seducing them.”
“How many innocent women have fallen victim to your charms then?” Becca pushed against his forearms in a vain attempt to break from his grasp.
He stared at her, the humor in his gaze turning to one of mischief. “Hundreds.”
The sound that broke from her came out half-snort, half-choked laugh. She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
Sam held his composure for a few tense moments before the laughter consumed him. When he snorted, they both fell into fits of hysterics. After they had purged the humor, she backed away from him.
“You should go back to work.” Becca braced herself against the bookcase. He met her gaze. A girl could get lost in those rain-forest green eyes, totally and completely lost with no hope of escape. She had a taste of what it would be like to be tangled up in him. “I have to finish studying for my final.”
Before she could react, Sam snatched her hand and began to drag her down the aisles. “First, I have something to show you.”
Becca’s heart thumped a tribal rhythm in her chest, drowning out the hesitation she’d had only moments before. “What would that be?”
He turned the corner and pulled her into a small room, then turned and closed the door behind her. When he faced her, Sam stalked toward her, his eyes narrowed and his grin feral. “The consequence of hunting in a library.”
Ohhh, I’m liking this story, of course it helps that I’ve always had a fantasy about being seduced in a library. A bit of humor, a bit of sass, and a whole lot of sexual tension. What is Sam going to do to her in that room? What do you think he should do? Let me know.