CHAPTER FIVE

FINN

A few days after finishing Abby's temporary tattoo, I finish the book she gave me and debate my next move. Return it to the library like a normal citizen ? dropping it off in the return slot? Or go out on a limb and deliver it in person?

Our last conversation flowed easily once we got past the difficult parts about her touching issue, and the insight into her personal life made me hungry for more. It'd even pushed me to be bold enough to ask if it'd be okay to keep in contact, exchanging phone numbers to message each other.

"Hey, would it be possible for me to see you tonight? I'd like to drop off the book but won't be free until after the library closes…" My plan is full of holes, but I hope she doesn't question it. Tomorrow is as good a day as any to bring the book back, but I want to see her tonight. Maybe I'll get lucky, and she'll agree.

"Why don't you come by after you're done? I'm closing alone tonight, so you can keep me company."

Fuck yeah!

"Sounds like a plan. I'll even bring dinner. Any particular favorite?"

"Surprise me." Will do, baby.

***

Hours later, night has fallen, and I knock on the library door, hands full of food and drinks. My breath puffs out in bursts of heat, disrupting the wintry air, before Abby hurries forward to let me in. "Come in, come in. It's freezing out here."

Clad in her usual jeans and a cozy sweater, warmth and comfort emanate from her, and I want to bask in the warm glow. "No kidding… How was work today?"

She leads me to an empty study table where I set our dinner down. "Oh, you know, another exciting day in the life of a librarian. A new shipment of books arrived, so we had fun cataloging those. How about you?"

Doling out burgers, fries, and drinks, we each take a seat and dig in as I share how my day went. The domestic scene of sharing our days acts as a catharsis from the concern I had earlier about overstepping a boundary by asking to see her in-person after work. I could get used to evenings spent like this ? together and content.

A phone interrupts our conversation, and Abby jumps to answer it, hopping up on the counter to reach over for the receiver. When the call ends after a few minutes, I ask, "I'm surprised someone's calling after hours."

"It's not as unusual as you'd think. Most people don't look up our hours, so a lot of the calls are checking to see if we're still open. I've mentioned to our board that it'd be helpful to add an automated system for these calls, but it's not in our budget."

"That sucks because it seems like it'd be a good investment." But I understand money being tight, and unfortunately, public services like the library usually get the short end of the stick when it comes to funding.

"It is what it is." Abby's leg swings back and forth from her perch on the counter, her back resting against the wall as she tosses the empty burger wrapper in the trash. "Kobe!" The balled-up paper lands in the basket, and I laugh.

"Kobe? You a basketball fan?"

"Not really. It's actually my least favorite sport." Her nose wrinkles in dislike. And my heart skips at the adorable expression. Fuck, I've got it bad. "But in college, the guys always used to yell Kobe's name after shooting their shot. I guess it rubbed off on me."

Straightening from my seat at the table, I walk closer to stand in front of her. Curious eyes track the movement ? thankfully, only curiosity, no fear. And I shoot my own shot. "I like the idea of rubbing off on you."

"Really?" The low timber of her query caresses my nerve endings as I inch nearer.

"Baby, I'd like to do a hell of a lot more if you'd let me." Carefully, my hands brace against the wall on either side of her, and I lean forward until a sliver of space remains between us. "If I promise not to touch, will you let me tell you what I'd like to do to this curvy little body?"

"Yes." The breathy word comes out quiet but firm, and desire burns in my blood. Swallowing hard, fantasies abound ? making it hard to pick one to share.

"We've just gotten home after a night strolling down Main Street, enjoying ice cream sundaes from Fran's." One of the most popular local restaurants in town, Fran's is known for its slow-churned custard. "All evening I've wanted to corner you in some dark alley or doorway, to taste the sugar on your lips, but you insisted on waiting until we were home. Because you're a good girl. The sweet, little librarian who can't get caught in public with her man's mouth exploring every inch of exposed skin he can get to."

Abby's chest expands in a quick inhale of shock, but she doesn't ask me to stop. "Now, we are alone, and I can do whatever I want with you, Abby-mine. Like licking along the dimple on your right cheek before devouring the vanilla cream from your lips. You taste so sweet, baby."

She wets her lips as if experiencing it herself, and my eyes watch the movement, wishing it was my tongue swiping over her pretty bow mouth. Talking about kissing her makes my cock swell against my jeans' zipper, and I fear coming in my pants like a teenager before we're done tonight.

"What happens next?" she asks, a husky note entering her voice.

So far, so good.

"You open up for me, and I take your mouth like my cock will take your pussy. Hard and savage. Forcing you to submit and accept that your man's going to fuck you long and hard."

A shudder runs through her as a moan reaches my ears. Abby's definitely into this, and I'm determined to bring her to orgasm if it's the last thing I do. I've never made a woman come with words alone, but a challenge has never fazed me before.

"My hands skim over your belly until I cup your tits ? soft, round, and ready to be suckled, aren't they?" Abby arches her back, and I wish her sweater wasn't so thick because there's no doubt in my mind that her nipples are swollen and aching behind the woolen fabric.

"I strip you down to nothing ? bare to me, trembling in need. Your legs widen, beckoning my touch, and you know I can't let my girl down. My fingers sift through your curls until I reach your wet center. So slick. So hot. What gets you off, baby? Circles around your clit? Should I milk your little button while I suck your tit? Would you like that?"

Her hips jerk like my hand really is between her thighs, and a telltale quiver shakes her body with the force of her orgasm. I'm not far behind as cum soaks the front of my jeans ? from the fantasy, from her visible pleasure. Our harsh breathing mingles in the quiet library, and fuck am I ready for more. The most explosive, intimate moment of my life, and we haven't even touched yet.

This woman has me spellbound by sensual magic, and I don't even think she realizes the power she holds.

"That was… something else."

"It was fucking incredible," I correct, chest heaving with deep gulps of air.

"Yeah, incredible," she repeats, amazement shining through her eyes, along with another emotion I can't quite pinpoint. But one thing's sure as hell: I wouldn't mind seeing this look for the rest of my life.