When most of the books were stacked on my knees, I wrapped my arms around them and started to stand but Adam had something else in mind. He reached out, running a hand up the front of my leg and down the length of my inner thigh. Through my jeans, his touch seared like the summer sun, his fingers dancing along my inseam as if eager for the bulge in my crotch. Startled, I fell backwards, away from him, the books thudding to the ground around me like an avalanche. Before I could recover, Adam crawled over me, a hungry look in his eyes. “Let me guess,” he purred as he stretched out above me. “You weren’t expecting that, either.”
“Adam.” I touched the strong, sinewy muscles in his arms, ran the tips of my fingers beneath the short sleeves of his shirt, and imagined a tryst right here, right n
