The air was charged with sexual heat and it would be clear to anyone who looked our way. I could not tear my eyes away though, especially not when he started toward me. He came up to me and took my hand. He drew a lazy pattern on the back of my hand with his thumb and I felt that caress in my core.
He knew what he was doing to me too. I could tell by the knowing glint in his eyes. It made me wish I knew how to hide my feelings better. His knowing stare gave him too much power over me.
With a gentle tug on my fingers, he said, “Come with me.”
By the look in his eyes, I knew exactly what would happen if I followed him. He could not have been more explicit of what he wanted from me with the conversation we had last night.
I should tell him off and walk away.
His friends with benefit offer would never work because despite what I said, I knew my emotions would get involved.
They already were and I couldn’t afford for them to be.
But I knew I couldn’t say no to him, I never could. Clearly that hadn’t changed.
My body was betraying me. My nipples were hard, pointed and probably showing through my dress. My core had turned molten and was leaking my heated desire onto my panties. Damn him and his fuck me eyes.
My heart wasn’t doing much better, doing all sorts of flips and hops in my chest.
My brain was valiantly trying to erect my emotional defenses and I promised it that this would be the last time I let myself fall under this man’s spell.
I would allow myself the pleasure of his body one last time. I would risk my heart one last time, then I would put an end to this relationship and move on.
Just this one last time…
Besides I knew he was likely to hate me once he found out the secret I had harbored for all these years. And I knew is it was only a matter of time before he found out.
I got up and followed him, leaving my text book and bag behind.
He led me to one of the private study rooms in the back of the library.
The room was small and could barely hold a handful of people comfortably. The inside was outfitted with a table and three chairs. The walls were distraction-free and painted a plain beige color. It was the perfect place to focus on your studies, or for me to see Wyatt’s naked body again.
I heard the door close and the lock click. I turned back to find Wyatt leaning against the wood and watching me with heavily hooded eyes.
I swallowed hard and moved to undo the buttons of my dress. We were here to have sex. I was going to get to it as quick as possible so that I could go lick my wounds in private later.
I had only undone one button before Wyatt pushed away from the door and came to me. His movement was cool and confident. Predatory.
Sexy.
When he was within kissing distance, he stilled my hands with his and said, “Let me do that.”
I expected this romp between us to be quick and to the point just like last night.
Instead Wyatt took his time, unbuttoning my dress like he was unwrapping his favorite treat.
When all the buttons were free, he pushed the straps off my shoulders. His fingers caressed my skin in the process and made me shiver with yearning.
He was careful with my clothes, putting the dress carefully on the back of a chair even though he never took his eyes off me.
He moved to my hair next.
I had put it up into a high ponytail that morning. He gently pulled the holder away and my hair fell heavily around my shoulders. The strands teased my skin and goose bumps rose along my shoulders and upper arms.
He made a sound in the back of his throat then announced, “You’re so fucking beautiful I can’t stand it. You have no idea what you do to me.”
This was so unfair. He was acting like he cared. Like he felt something other than desire for me. This was giving my poor heart hope when there was none. I had to stop that mess in its track before it got out hand.