Books that tie us together

We went to the same high school. We should have been friends, or at least talked to each other, but we never did. Not even one word. Years later he comes into my bookstore, and why the fuck can't I get him out of my mind?!

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He pulls me close to him by the wrist, and I end up landing on his lap. With my back against his hard chest I feel so warm, so good. He shouldn't feel this way; he is not allowed to make me feel this way. My breath quickens it's pace and I think his does too.

Turning around very slowly my eyes meet honey ones, gorgeous honey eyes. Our lips are inches apart and my mind is frozen, everything stopped functioning, and it's suddenly just him I'm aware of.

He licks his lips, and I start feeling something hard under me. I start feeling him. Please kiss me, I beg you to kiss me. But he doesn't, he stays there, just looking at me, and with an arm around my waist that I feel gripping me tighter by the second.

So I decide to do something about it. I slide my hand over his hard arm slowly, very slowly, and move my hips against him, trying to feel it where I want it the most. And I do, the thin material of my skirt making it easier. His jaw clenched, and his stare hardened, like telling me I shouldn't be doing that, like if telling me I'm in trouble. Good.