With both her wrists held firmly in his grasp, he closed the distance between them, pressing her back deeper against the towering stacks of books that surrounded them. His voice dropped to a low whisper, almost brushing her lips as he asked,
"Why do you want me to look like a fool in front of my friends all the time?"
The warmth of her soft, supple skin sparked a heat in his fingertips, and he couldn't help but notice how her chest rose and fell beneath her shirt with each labored breath as he pushed her against the shelf. He moved her slowly, savoring the tantalizing sight of her breasts gently shaking, settling in the confines of her bra, and he was captivated.
Damn, she was incredibly alluring.
He drank in the sight of her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lush lips glistening with tinted gloss, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. The fabric of her fitted shirt struggled to contain the curves of her youthful figure, demanding attention that only his hands could provide. They held eye contact for what felt like an eternity, a charged silence hanging between them. Finally, he took a step back, his voice breaking the tension with one last, husky challenge, holding himself back with immense restraint,
"Stay the hell away from me."
