Chapter 34

DIANA

He pulled me closer, his body heat radiating through the damp fabric of our clothes. The feel of his firm muscles under his shirt sent a jolt of desire through me. His fingers traced a path down my spine, promising more.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. He looked back at me with such intensity, such longing. In his arms, I felt cherished and desired. I'd never been so certain about anything in my life. He made me feel safe and I knew there was nothing he would ever do to hurt me. With him, I was emboldened to do anything I wanted.

I slid my hand up his shirt, feeling the hard warmth of his chest. I could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath my touch, matching the rhythm of my own racing pulse. The dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the raw desire in his eyes as he leaned down to capture my lips in another searing kiss. Every nerve in my body felt alive with electricity.

His hand slid up my back, pulling my body impossibly closer to his. I pulled back, feeling a surge of bravery. I quickly undid his jeans and slipped my hand beneath the band of his briefs, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hardness that lay beneath.

He groaned into my mouth as my hand wrapped around him. I could feel how much he wanted this just as much as I did. I could have sworn I heard the rain against the windows intensify, as if the storm outside was echoing the passion we shared within the bookstore.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and sweet.

"Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I want you. Right here. Right now."

He smiled against me before ravishing my mouth with his. I pushed his jeans down his hips and dropped to my knees in front of him. His hard length sprang free, standing tall and proud. I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the pulsing heat and a delicious throbbing against my palm. He let out a low growl, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.

"I think so," I replied, my voice shaking slightly with nervous excitement. "I'm going to do my best to make you feel good, just like you always do for me."

He nodded, a look of approval crossing his face. I took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, feeling his hot, throbbing length slide along my tongue. His hands threaded through my hair, guiding me, urging me on. I sucked him, my tongue swirling around the tip, feeling his knees buckle with pleasure.

He groaned, a low rumble in his chest, his hips bucking gently against my mouth. I looked up at him, my eyes locking with his, and saw the raw desire mirrored in his gaze. I could see the burning need in his eyes, the urgency that was driving him. It was an intoxicating sight that only fueled my desire for him.

I slipped a finger into my pants, feeling the wetness of my arousal against my skin. He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as I touched myself, my fingers gliding across the sensitive folds of my pleasure while my other hand stayed on him.

His breath hitched as I made a show of it, wanting to give him the same pleasure that he always gave me. I sucked him deeper, my tongue tracing the veins that ran along the length of him, feeling him twitch and throb in my mouth.

His hands tightened in my hair, his hips arching toward me. I could hear his ragged breathing, feel the tension building in his body. I pulled back, stroking his shaft with my hand, watching as a droplet of moisture formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light.

"Please," he choked out, his voice strained with need. "I need to be inside you. Now."

"I want to taste you," I whispered.

I was going to take him all the way. I wanted to feel the power of him deep within me, to have him fill me completely. My mouth returned to his thick cock throbbing in my hand. I took him deeper, feeling him against my throat as I suckled him. My eyes flicked up to meet his, seeing the rawness, the vulnerability that he showed only with me.

His hands gentled in my hair. His breath hitched and his body trembled. He cried out, a low guttural sound that echoed through the bookstore. It was the sound of his surrender. His release flooded my mouth, hot and salty, a taste that I reveled in. I swallowed, feeling his pleasure coursing through me, merging us in a way that no words could ever capture.

He pulled me up, his arms wrapping around me, as if he didn't want me to leave that moment of pure, unadulterated connection. I looked up at him, my eyes locked with his, and saw the same raw desire and satisfaction reflected in his gaze. I could feel his heart pounding. He kicked off his jeans and shoes before pushing off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His hands attacked the button of my jeans with a fierce determination that matched the fervor of our desire. I fumbled with my own buttons, trying to undo them quickly, but my hands shook slightly, betraying my nerves.

"Here, let me," he murmured, taking both my hands in his and moving them aside. With deft fingers, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, letting them join the pile of discarded clothing on the bookstore floor.

I stepped out of them awkwardly, suddenly feeling overly exposed. He pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. He reached out and pulled me into him, cradling my face in his hands.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes roaming over me with admiration, making a slow exploration of my curves that I had never seen him do before. His gaze was so intimate, so loving that it made my heart ache and my stomach flutter with anticipation.

He leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss on my forehead before trailing his lips down the side of my face. Each kiss left a burning path that seemed to light me up from within. His hands moved lower, going down at the same languid pace as his kisses. They explored every curve, every inch of my bare skin, stoking the flame that had settled low in my belly.

Finally, his lips found mine. It was a deep, soul-searching kiss that made me forget everything else around us. I clung to him, our naked bodies pressed together. His hardness pressed against my belly, a reminder of what was to come. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, his touch setting fire to my skin. I watched as he slid them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. He tossed them aside, then stood there for a moment just looking at me, drinking me in.

I felt a shiver race down my spine under the intensity of his gaze, a potent mix of adoration and lust. With an ease that made me even hotter, he lifted me up and put me on a small table in the corner. His hands were on me again, the warmth seeping through my skin, setting my senses aflame. He gently nudged my legs apart, his fingers tracing the slick wetness that pooled between my thighs.

His touch was electric, making me gasp with pleasure. I reached out, my hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips devoured mine, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his fingers as he began to explore me.

A low moan rumbled in his chest, the sound reverberating through me. "You're so wet and ready for me," he murmured against my lips, the words sending a shudder of anticipation through me.

"I want you," I begged.

"Not yet," he said. "I want you to come for me."

He gently pushed me back until my shoulders were against the wall. He bent forward and his mouth found my clit. His tongue enveloped it in a wet, warm prison of pleasure. Every flick, every suckle sent shockwaves through me, a crescendo of pleasure that grew with each passing second. I felt myself on edge, teetering so precariously on the border between anticipation and release.

His eyes found mine again, staring up at me as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. There was something so profoundly intimate in that act—the way his gaze held mine, even as he brought me to the point of no return.

I cried out and my body shuddered, convulsing as pleasure rolled over me in waves. His name was a chant on my lips, my fingers clenching in his hair as I rode out the ecstasy. He watched me through it all, his gaze unwavering even as I fell apart under his touch. When the trembling subsided, he gently kissed my inner thighs and rose back up to face me. His own desire was evident in the hardness pressing insistently against my thigh, but he made no move to seek his own release.

He pulled a condom from his jeans and quickly rolled it on. My hands went to his waist, my fingers digging into his skin as he positioned himself at my entrance. Slowly, carefully, he began to push into me. Inch by inch, he filled me, stretching me to accommodate him. I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders as a blend of pleasure and pain coursed through me. His forehead rested against mine, his hot breath fanning over my face as he whispered soft words of reassurance.

"Relax," he urged in a voice that was little more than a whisper, soothing yet firm. "We've got at least another thirty minutes. I want to use every minute."

"I can't," I moaned. "It feels so good, so intense."

"I've got you. I want you to fall apart in my arms."

His arms held me securely as he moved, the power and control in his movements belying their slow pace. The sensations were overwhelming, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made me gasp and cling tighter to him.

The room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, our labored breathing, the small gasps I couldn't stop myself from making. He murmured soft words against my mouth in between kisses. My nails scraped across his back, pulling a sharp gasp of pleasure from him.

I urged him to go faster, deeper. But he was resolute, maintaining the slow rhythm that was driving me to the brink of madness. There was a sense of control in the way he moved, a skillful precision that spoke to a lot of experience. He knew exactly what he was doing. It left me breathless and wanting more at the same time.

His head dipped low, his soft lips capturing a sensitive nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. I groaned, throwing my head back and giving over to my body's demands to explode around him. I cried out his name as I felt myself slipping closer and closer to the edge, my walls clenching around him in a desperate plea for release. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a burning intensity that only fueled my desire even more.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me as I reached the pinnacle of my pleasure. He thrust harder, faster, drawing out every ounce of sensation. Shaking uncontrollably, I gave myself up to the ecstasy that washed over me, my nails digging into his skin and my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He kept thrusting, his eyes locked onto mine as he chased his orgasm.

"Fuck!" he shouted and clenched his teeth together as his orgasm slammed into him.

His body trembled and he buried his face in my neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out his own pleasure.

Once he had recovered, he pulled out slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. We were both drenched in sweat, our bodies flushed with the heat of our passion. He disposed of the condom while I quickly dressed.

"I've never felt more alive," I whispered, my lips brushing his while he pulled his pants on.

He chuckled. "A little spiciness," he said.

"Do you think the owner knows what we were doing?"

He grinned. "I think he might suspect something."

My cheeks burned. "How embarrassing."

"It's not like you'll ever see him again," he offered.

"Good point."

I collected the books I wanted to buy and headed downstairs. We waited in a couple of chairs for the store owner to return. The owner was very professional, but he never made eye contact with me. We left the store and burst into laughter.