She was every inch of his adolescent fantasies. From her sleek little body with lush curves in all the right places to her long hair pulled back in a tight bun.
Drake watched the woman stride down the aisle between tall stacks of the bookstore and struggled to regain some of his standard detachment. She was coming his way, but because her eyes were buried in the book in her hands, she hadn’t noticed him yet. This gave him complete freedom to drink in the sight of her.
She had a woman’s body, soft and curvy in all the right places, with a subtle, underlying strength. And at that moment, her delectable form was covered in a simple white button-up blouse that skimmed breasts so full his mouth watered and a short, fitted skirt that clung to rounded hips. Those luscious, rounded hips led to the kind of legs that would wrap around a man and hold him tight while he fucked her raw. Drake swallowed to keep from drooling. He was a grown man, after all.
He couldn’t help but look…and look again. It wasn’t just her body or the way her clothes fit that had his dick jumping. It was the neat and pressed look of her while being surrounded by shelves of books, caramel- colored hair pulled back and nose buried in a book. Drake’s balls grew heavy and hot blood rushed through his veins. She looked like the strict and sexy librarian, and he wanted desperately to be the naughty schoolboy called into her office.
As if sensing his gaze on her, she glanced up and stopped dead. Apprehension skittered across her face and was gone so fast Drake wondered if he imagined it.
“Well, hel-lo,” she said, her smile flirtatious. “You’re new in town.”
“Winters tend to isolate us up here in the mountains. We don’t get many visitors this time of year.”
“I like isolation,” he said as he scanned the small store. He ignored the subtle invitation for conversation and fought to get rid of the image of pinning her body against the wall and rucking her skirt up until he reached hot, wet, woman. Jerking his gaze from her, he moved farther inside the store and fingered a chunk of obsidian that was part of a display on the table against the wall.
Hyper aware of her, he knew the moment the female shifted her weight and refocused on him. “You said you were visiting. Do you have family here? Friends you came to spend the holidays with?”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing on him. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
Before he could stop himself, one corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Words are often overrated.”
“That’s the wrong thing to say if you’re trying to get on the good side of a bookstore owner.”
Her dark eyes twinkled and the stern tone of her voice went straight to his dick. He had to fight to keep from making his librarian fantasy a reality. She was strong and confident, and so damn sexy he couldn’t resist. “Who said I was trying to get on your good side?”
His blood heated and his mind slowed as she pointedly looked down and then up his body, taking her time. Careful. Slow. Obvious. The deliberate inspection had him fighting the urge to strip down and bare himself to her. Christ! What was going on with him?
“You should be,” she said, tossing the words over her shoulder as she turned and stepped behind the sales counter. “My good side can be a lot of fun.”
Oh, I bet, Drake thought to himself. His system was alive and tingling from the going over she’d given him.
Drake had honed his control to a lethal edge over the years. He wasn’t an adolescent boy whose emotions or hormones controlled him. Which was why his elemental response to her was so shocking.
By the time she was behind the counter, Drake had his desire under control. Or so he thought. She turned and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?” and a ripple of pure yearning went through him.
Fuck, if he was getting this turned on with his shields up, letting them down would be sure to take them both on a wild, wild ride. Her emotions would flood his senses, feeding his own desires, and he’d be bending her over that sales counter within seconds.
Dropping his shields and immersing himself in her passion was something he actually eager to do. It had been a long time since he wanted to bed a woman for pleasure, and not just for release. A long night between her legs would be a great way to relax – and maybe even learn some of the town’s secrets. Sure, why not?
He stepped up to the counter. “Have dinner with me.”
Her brows jumped in surprise and her lips twitched. “Changed your mind?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with silent mirth.
It took him a second, but his brain soon caught up to the conversation.
“Okay,” he said. She was sharp, and he was surprised at how much that pleased him. “What would be the right thing to say to get on your good side?”
A dimple flashed in her cheek. “You can start with telling me your name.”
“Drake Wheeler.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”
Her palm slid against his and he was surprised there wasn’t a visible spark at the skin-on-skin contact. “Melissa Montrose, and I’m sorry, I already have plans for tonight. Another time?”
“Tomorrow,” he said.
Melissa’s full lips twitch turned into a full-blown grin at his abrupt demand and he groaned mentally. His brain had disengaged and the word had popped out his mouth without any guidance from him.
She nodded and replied as if he hadn’t just made an idiot of himself. “Dinner tomorrow night would be nice.”
If the tension snapping between them was any indication, nice would be way too mild a word to describe any time they spent together. Incendiary was more like it.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then,” he said with a tight smile before turning on his heel and leaving. It wasn’t until he got bitch-slapped by the frigid wind outside that he realized he’d left the store without even taking a look around.