Rhea POV:
The air in the washroom was thick with anticipation, the scent of expensive perfume and the faint tang of cologne mingling in a heady mix. Raven's heart pounded in her chest as she smoothed her hands over the sleek fabric of her dress, the silk gliding effortlessly over her skin. It wasn't indecent—not by any stretch of the imagination—but the thigh-high slit had been a deliberate choice, a subtle tease that had clearly worked its magic. She could feel his gaze on her all night, a smoldering intensity that had left her both exhilarated and unnerved. Now, as she turned to leave the washroom, she found herself face-to-face with the man who had been haunting her thoughts for hours.
He was there, blocking her path, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes, dark and unrelenting, pinned her in place as effectively as any physical restraint. Raven's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her pulse quickening under the weight of his unspoken desire. She knew he had been holding back, his self-control a taut thread stretched to its limit. But now, it seemed, that thread had snapped.
"You've tortured me the whole night," he growled, his voice rough and husky, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His frustration was palpable, a raw edge that made her knees weak. "I can't wait."
Before she could respond, before she could even process his words, he closed the distance between them. His hand shot out, pressing against the wall beside her head, caging her in. Raven's back arched slightly as she felt the solid warmth of his body against hers, his presence dominating the small space. His gaze seared through her, a fiery intensity that left no doubt about his intentions. He wasn't just looking at her—he was devouring her, his hunger palpable and unapologetic.
Her breath hitched as his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and demanding. The kiss was anything but gentle, a collision of need and desire that left her reeling. His mouth moved against hers with a urgency that bordered on desperation, his teeth grazing her lower lip in a way that made her gasp. That was all he needed—an opening, a crack in her defenses. His tongue swept into her mouth, hot and insistent, tangling with hers in a dance that was both primal and intoxicating.
Raven's hands instinctively reached for him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket as she tried to anchor herself. His kiss was overwhelming, a storm of sensation that threatened to sweep her away. She could feel his frustration, his pent-up longing, in every touch, every movement. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment all night, and now that it was here, he was determined to make the most of it.
His other hand slid down her back, firm and possessive, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. She could feel the hard planes of his chest against her breasts, the heat of his body seeping into hers. His kiss deepened, his lips moving with a hunger that left her breathless. He tilted her head back slightly, angling her mouth to match his passion, his tongue tracing patterns that made her shiver with need.
Raven moaned softly into the kiss, her resistance crumbling under the force of his desire. She had known this man was dangerous, that he had the power to unravel her with a single touch. But she hadn't expected this—this raw, unbridled intensity that left her trembling and aching for more. His hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her thigh where the slit in her dress revealed more than it concealed. The touch was electric, a jolt of heat that shot straight to her core, leaving her gasping for air.
"You're killing me," he muttered against her lips, his breath hot and uneven. His hand lingered on her thigh, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin in a way that made her legs tremble. "I've wanted you all night, Raven. Wanted to touch you, taste you…"
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, his confession both shocking and exhilarating. She had felt the tension between them, the unspoken attraction that had simmered beneath the surface of their interactions. But hearing him say it aloud, in that rough, desperate tone, made her heart race with anticipation.
His lips left hers briefly, trailing kisses along her jawline, her neck, his breath ghosting over her skin as he spoke. "I don't care who's out there," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I need you. Right here. Right now."
Raven's eyes fluttered closed as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear, his teeth grazing the skin in a way that made her shudder. His hand continued its slow, torturous exploration, his fingers inching higher, teasing the edge of her dress. She could feel the cool air on her exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as his hand cupped her, his thumb pressing firmly against her core through the thin fabric of her underwear.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "And you're mine tonight. All mine."
His words sent a thrill through her, a heady mix of excitement and surrender. She knew she should protest, should remind him of the people just beyond the washroom door, the party still in full swing. But she couldn't bring herself to care. Not when his touch felt this good, not when his desire burned so fiercely.
His hand moved with deliberate slowness, his thumb rubbing circles that had her squirming against him. Raven's head fell back, her breath catching in her throat as pleasure coiled low in her belly. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip, hard and insistent, a reminder of just how much he wanted her.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. It was a plea, a surrender, an admission of just how much she needed him too.
His lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice a commanding whisper. "Say you want me."
Raven's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze, her desire shining in her eyes. "I want you," she admitted, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. "I want you so much."
His response was immediate, his hand tightening on her thigh as he pressed her harder against the wall. His lips crashed back onto hers, fierce and devouring, his tongue staking his claim with unapologetic urgency. His hand slipped beneath the edge of her dress, his fingers tracing the lace of her underwear before sliding inside. Raven gasped into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice muffled against her lips. "You're so wet for me. So ready."
His fingers moved with practiced ease, his touch confident and demanding. Raven's head spun, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. She could feel the tension building, a tight coil of need that threatened to unravel her completely. His thumb pressed firmly against her clit, his rhythm relentless as he teased and tormented her.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
Raven's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as he held her captive with his touch. His eyes were dark and hooded, his desire burning with an intensity that left her breathless. She could see the hunger there, the raw need that mirrored her own.
"That's it," he murmured, his thumb circling faster. "Let go for me, Raven. Let me feel you come apart."
His words were her undoing. Raven's breath hitched as pleasure crashed over her, a tidal wave of sensation that left her trembling and gasping for air. Her body arched against his, her fingers clutching at his jacket as she cried out softly, her release shattering her in the most exquisite way.
He held her through it, his hand firm and steady, his lips never leaving hers. Even as her body shook with the aftermath, he continued to kiss her, his touch relentless as he drew out every last shudder of pleasure. When she finally went limp in his arms, he eased her back against the wall, his chest heaving as he rested his forehead against hers.
"Fuck," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "That was… incredible."
Raven's heart was still racing, her body buzzing with the residual effects of her orgasm. She could feel his breath on her skin, his presence still dominating the space between them. His hand remained on her thigh, a silent promise of more to come.
"We're not done," he said, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Not even close."
Raven's lips curved into a shaky smile as she met his gaze, her desire still simmering just beneath the surface. "I'm not going anywhere," she replied, her voice soft but steady.
His eyes darkened with satisfaction, his hand sliding back up her thigh in a slow, deliberate motion. "Good," he said, his voice a husky growl. "Because I'm just getting started."
And with that, he lowered his head, his lips capturing hers once more as his hand resumed its torturous exploration. The moment was suspended, their desire teetering on the edge of something unstoppable. The world outside the washroom faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of passion that showed no signs of abating.
He quickly turned her around, and she heard him fumbling with his belt and zipper. Then, lifting her dress, he exposed her bare skin. She could feel the tension in the air as he moved her panties aside. Yes, he was really planning to do this—out in the open...
SPLASH.
Water drenched me, yanking me out of the novel I was reading.
"What the hell?!" I shouted, blinking at the cold, dripping mess. I looked up to find a guy in a suit—one of those guys whose outfit screamed money.
"I didn't know librarians were allowed to scream in the library," he said, voice oozing with smugness.
If I wasn't so pissed off, I might've actually admired his expensive looks. But no, not right now. I was fuming.
"Why the hell did you pour water on me?" I demanded.
He rolled his eyes as though I was wasting his precious time. And oh, he was definitely that kind of guy—the one who thinks every second counts, like time is money.
"Will you scan this damn book already, or I'll call your manager!" he snapped, his tone all entitlement.
Can you believe that? He doused me in water, interrupted the most exciting part of my novel, and now he was treating me like I was the one being unreasonable!