was a sign she was happy to be in his arms, but the sigh sounded a bit annoyed. She backed away slightly, too, so he knew he was right.
"Librarians don't stamp books," she said.
Mystified, he met her gaze. "Then what do you do?"
" In my case, because I'm at the college, I help students with their research."
" Don't they know how to use Google?"
She stopped dancing. His hard on remained the same.
"Google isn't the answer to everything. There are lots of things that don't make it into the Google index."
He, of all people, knew that. "So you help them find books?"
" Books they can find in the library, and not just print books, but ebooks they can read." She moved close again, and he swayed to the music. "Articles we have in databases we pay for that they can access for free because they're students."
The hand she had on his shoulder moved up to his neck. Matt struggled to think of an intelligent statement. "So you help them and teach them this stuff."
She nodded, her hair tickling his cheek. He took in the scent of her, so simple and fresh.
Her fingers caught in his hair. "Don't you have to keep your hair short?" she asked.
" No, that's the military."
" Oh."
" I planned to get it cut tomorrow."
" Why?"
" Tickles my neck."
" Oh."
The music shifted to another tune, one he didn 't recognize, one that was slower. He adjusted their rhythm, not that he was leading her in any way, just swaying.
And holding Janey Blackmon like he never thought he would again.
"I imagine everything will be closed tomorrow," she said after a long moment in which he wondered if he dared pull her any closer. Maybe she didn't know what she did to him.
" Oh?"
" The flooding."
" Yeah, the flooding." He debated about how far he dared let himself slip. Rationally, he considered that Janey was twenty-nine. She hadn't married. His mother said she wasn't dating again, not after some bastard dumped her when she was in grad school. Stupid moron. If he could get his hands on the dumb shit, he'd beat him—
Hell, if the stupid moron hadn 't left her, she wouldn't be here with him.
And it sure didn 't help him figure out what to do now.
She took the decision out of his hands by simply snuggling into his neck.
He'd never felt so… Hell, words failed him. Her breath, soft and warm on his neck, her breasts against his chest. Her. Just her. He slid his hand from hers, ran his fingers down the back of her head, lingering in the warm silk of her hair. She burrowed closer―and then she kissed his neck.
Hot blood coursed through his veins, so hot he was sure h e'd burst into flames.
He could do this, he decided instantly. He could taste and not take. He took a deep breath in order to control the temptation to let go, pulled back just enough to look at her, one hand on the back of her head, the other at her waist, resisting pulling her closer.
She opened those gorgeous light brown eyes and said his name. "Matt." That was all it took.
His breath hitched and he slanted his mouth over hers. Her tongue touched his lower lip.
Hungry, he devoured her mouth. And, damn it, she devoured right back. To the point where he was holding her so close there could be absolutely no doubt as to his current condition.
She ran one hand up through his hair and with the other on his butt, anchored herself to him. Yeah, she knew. She moved against him, definitely felt his erection.
He knew he should be thinking this wasn't good, but all he wanted was to pull her up, legs around his hips, and take―
He gritted his teeth and mustered all his willpower to resist, even as Janey continued her sensuous movements, driving him crazy.
A siren blared. He ripped himself away, shoved Janey to the floor and reached for his gun. Shit! Where was his gun? He pivo ted, scanning for his weapon, every fiber of his being ready to take on the enemy. But all he saw was the couch, the leather chairs, his mother's bookcase, the dining room and kitchen beyond.
No danger. He wasn 't
"Librarians don't stamp books," she said.
Mystified, he met her gaze. "Then what do you do?"
" In my case, because I'm at the college, I help students with their research."
" Don't they know how to use Google?"
She stopped dancing. His hard on remained the same.
"Google isn't the answer to everything. There are lots of things that don't make it into the Google index."
He, of all people, knew that. "So you help them find books?"
" Books they can find in the library, and not just print books, but ebooks they can read." She moved close again, and he swayed to the music. "Articles we have in databases we pay for that they can access for free because they're students."
The hand she had on his shoulder moved up to his neck. Matt struggled to think of an intelligent statement. "So you help them and teach them this stuff."
She nodded, her hair tickling his cheek. He took in the scent of her, so simple and fresh.
Her fingers caught in his hair. "Don't you have to keep your hair short?" she asked.
" No, that's the military."
" Oh."
" I planned to get it cut tomorrow."
" Why?"
" Tickles my neck."
" Oh."
The music shifted to another tune, one he didn 't recognize, one that was slower. He adjusted their rhythm, not that he was leading her in any way, just swaying.
And holding Janey Blackmon like he never thought he would again.
"I imagine everything will be closed tomorrow," she said after a long moment in which he wondered if he dared pull her any closer. Maybe she didn't know what she did to him.
" Oh?"
" The flooding."
" Yeah, the flooding." He debated about how far he dared let himself slip. Rationally, he considered that Janey was twenty-nine. She hadn't married. His mother said she wasn't dating again, not after some bastard dumped her when she was in grad school. Stupid moron. If he could get his hands on the dumb shit, he'd beat him—
Hell, if the stupid moron hadn 't left her, she wouldn't be here with him.
And it sure didn 't help him figure out what to do now.
She took the decision out of his hands by simply snuggling into his neck.
He'd never felt so… Hell, words failed him. Her breath, soft and warm on his neck, her breasts against his chest. Her. Just her. He slid his hand from hers, ran his fingers down the back of her head, lingering in the warm silk of her hair. She burrowed closer―and then she kissed his neck.
Hot blood coursed through his veins, so hot he was sure h e'd burst into flames.
He could do this, he decided instantly. He could taste and not take. He took a deep breath in order to control the temptation to let go, pulled back just enough to look at her, one hand on the back of her head, the other at her waist, resisting pulling her closer.
She opened those gorgeous light brown eyes and said his name. "Matt." That was all it took.
His breath hitched and he slanted his mouth over hers. Her tongue touched his lower lip.
Hungry, he devoured her mouth. And, damn it, she devoured right back. To the point where he was holding her so close there could be absolutely no doubt as to his current condition.
She ran one hand up through his hair and with the other on his butt, anchored herself to him. Yeah, she knew. She moved against him, definitely felt his erection.
He knew he should be thinking this wasn't good, but all he wanted was to pull her up, legs around his hips, and take―
He gritted his teeth and mustered all his willpower to resist, even as Janey continued her sensuous movements, driving him crazy.
A siren blared. He ripped himself away, shoved Janey to the floor and reached for his gun. Shit! Where was his gun? He pivo ted, scanning for his weapon, every fiber of his being ready to take on the enemy. But all he saw was the couch, the leather chairs, his mother's bookcase, the dining room and kitchen beyond.
No danger. He wasn 't
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