Page 94 of Rocky Mountain Devil

Laurel seemed happy as well, visiting with her family and hanging out with her girlfriends. He wasn’t able to join her every day, but when they did get together, it was pretty damn good.

Testing the waters. Moving forward. He still wasn’t sure where they were going, but this thing between them felt right.

Although, if he was willing to admit it, the possibly of sex was a little distracting.

Like now. Rafe paused just inside the doors, glancing around until he spotted Laurel disappearing behind some library shelves. He detoured to the back of the stacks so he could sneak up on her. He peeked around the corner to spot her as she squatted to return books to a bottom shelf, the curve of her ass teasing him under the short skirt of her straight-laced librarian outfit. He moved forward, checking to see if anybody else could see them, but they were tucked out of sight, neat and tidy.

His mind went to a dirty, dirty place.

He drifted behind her as she stood. When she would’ve turned to face him, he sidestepped, keeping her back to him as he snuck a hand around her body and pulled her tight against him.

“Oh—” A gasp escaped her, then she laughed, twisting her head as she peered down the long opening between the bookcases. “I seem to have been accosted by a pirate. Whatever shall I do?” she murmured.

He nibbled on her neck, his cock thickening rapidly as he breathed her in. “I’m looking for a treasure to steal. Maybe you can help me find it.”

“Treasure Islandis in the fiction section, or we have ‘How to bury treasure for dummies’ in the non-fiction,” she announced proudly.

“It’s not my treasure that needs burying,” he growled, rocking his hips forward.

“Oh, my.” Laurel wiggled naughtily. “Well, in that case, I think I can help, but you can’t tell my boyfriend.”

Rafe laughed. “Brat.”

Her body shook against his. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” He took hold of her earlobe between his teeth, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with a kiss.

“You know, two can play this game,” she warned a second before leaning over and placing both hands on the book cart. The movement stuck her ass toward him, pressing them together harder.

Jeez. If she were naked, in that position?

“You don’t fight fair,” he muttered, “but then again, neither do I.”

Rafe reached around and between her legs, cupping her over the fabric of her panties. The heat of her sex hit his palm, and he pressed down, rubbing the heel of his hand hard against her clit. She moaned, shivering in his grasp. Arching upward so her torso connected with his. She caught hold of his neck, arm stretching overhead so she could guide him closer until their lips connected.

Someone coughed.

Rafe nearly jumped out of his skin.

Laurel straightened and twisted all in one motion, turning her back toward the far-too-familiar newcomer before quickly tugging at her clothes and pulling herself together.

Rafe stood and let her hide her face against his chest as he stared back at Jeff. The other man’s brow was furrowed, but at least he had the decency to leave without saying anything.

Decency. Like howdecentRafe had just behaved?

“He’s gone,” Rafe told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I don’t know which is worse,” Laurel confessed. “Getting caught fooling around by my boss, or byhim.”

“He’s an ass,” Rafe reminded her, but the dose of guilt got stronger. They were at her job place, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t some kind of animal that he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few hours. “But I promise to be good from now on.”

Laurel glanced up from under her lashes. “Whatever for?”

She offered her hand as they walked to the front of the library, waving at Becky and Hope Coleman who stood at the checkout, arms full of library books.

His cousin-in-law had her armful resting on top of her enormous pregnant belly.

Okay, some traditions had to be maintained. Rafe clicked his tongue. “Haven’t you had that kid yet?”