SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers 1)

“Look up,” Sebastian says, and I do, then gasp. The domed ceiling already looked impressive, but now that I’m directly under it— and now that there’s a bit more light— I see that it’s not just domed, but carved and painted and embossed with gold and silver designs. It’s stunning, almost cathedral-like.

“It’s got to be the most beautiful college library in the world,” I mutter, spinning in place, staring up. “Can you imagine studying here?”

Sebastian shrugs. “Not really.”

I roll my eyes at him good-naturedly. “It’d be a great place to study! Better than my bedroom, anyway.”

“What about my bedroom?” Sebastian asks, stepping closer to me, voice daring and flirty.

“In your bedroom I suspect I wouldn’t get much work done,” I answer, starting to lose my breath with the way he’s watching me.

He takes another step, and I back up into the edge of the study table. Sebastian is staring at me— I love knowing he wants me like this, and I can feel my body responding. His eyes draw down my breasts, my hips, my legs.

“No,” he finally answers without meeting my eyes. “You wouldn’t get much work done in my bedroom. When I’m alone with you it’s just too hard for me to not take your clothes off.”

“I could always study naked,” I say, voice rocky, barely holding on as he stares at me. I find myself inching up onto the desk, wood smooth and sleek from probably decades of use.

“You know, I don’t think that’ll work either,” he growls, though he still sounds so loud in the quiet. I smile at him, then glance back up at the ceiling, at my surroundings. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. No one has ever put so much thought into making me happy. My gaze slips back to Sebastian’s; I keep my eyes on his as I slowly draw my knees apart. Sebastian’s breath grows ragged; he puts a hand on my knee, then slides it up my thigh until his thumb is nestled against my clit. Even through my jeans, I moan when he begins to massage me there.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t plan to fuck you here,” Sebastian says.

“I don’t believe it,” I whisper back, pulsing my hips in time with Sebastian’s touch.

“I didn’t plan on it. I hoped for it, though. But I’m always hoping to fuck you,” Sebastian says, and steps between my knees, holding them apart. He leans his head down and kisses me, hard and demanding. I open my mouth to let him in, to let his tongue sweep along mine. I reach back to keep from falling down, but I know if Sebastian wants me on my back, he’ll make it happen. How could I stop him, even if I wanted to?

And I don’t want to, of course. I never want to.

16

Sebastian doesn’t urge me onto my back, though; he instead grabs the front of my jeans and nearly destroys the button unfastening it. He keeps his eyes on mine, dark and shadowed and dangerous as he wrestles the jeans off my hips. It isn’t until he’s tossed my shoes aside and gotten the jeans off entirely that I totally connect where we are with what we’re about to do.

“Sebastian,” I say, suddenly nervous, eyes skirting along the elaborate moldings, the dim sconces, the attendant’s desk up front. “There are probably cameras in here.”

“Possibly.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I protest, though I’m making no real effort to close my legs— I can’t anyhow, not with Sebastian positioning himself between my thighs, wrapping my legs around his hips.

His eyes are wicked and dangerous. “Possibly.” Then he places his hands on my thighs, running his thumbs down to my pussy, still hidden beneath panties that are way too boring for what’s happening right now. He licks his lips as he presses his thumbs against the fabric there. I’m already wet despite my nerves; when I soak through the material, Sebastian gives a throaty, pleasured sort of sigh. I moan as he moves one thumb to my clit, leaving the other at my entrance, and rubs at both places gently, taking his time.

My arms tremble and I’m forced to lie back down before I collapse backward. Sebastian responds by linking a finger through my panties; his skin brushing so directly against me makes me shudder. I expect him to yank my panties off with the same hurry he’d disposed of my jeans, but instead he pulls them to one side, lowers his mouth to my pussy, and kisses my clit. His lips move slowly on me, sucking, licking, treating my clit the same way he’d treat my lips, and before I can stop myself a long, desperate whine rises from my throat. He then licks the length of me, stopping only to slide his tongue a bit, tasting me.