Chapter Two
On His Knees
He didn't wait.
The second we were in the library, Reed slammed the doors shut behind me, twisted the lock, and turned with the kind of heat in his eyes that made my knees weak and my p***y throb.
"Come here."
It wasn't a request.
I stepped forward.
"Closer."
I obeyed.
He grabbed my waist and spun me fast-pinned me to the nearest bookshelf, fingers digging into my hips as his knee shoved between my thighs and pushed them apart. His breath hit the side of my face, hot and ragged.
"You've been walking around this house like a f*****g fantasy," he growled, pressing his chest into my back. "t**s bouncing, lips pouting, thighs just asking for me to rip them open."
I moaned, arching into him.
"I've watched you f**k yourself under the covers when you thought
