A Librarian's Desire

The librarian's eyes were unfocused. She was about to pass out in a den of wolves. He wouldn't let that happen.

He turned to her. "Come with me."

"If I want to live?" She giggled. "Come vish me if you want to live."

Her imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger wasn't very good. However, considering the amount of alcohol she'd drunk and her petite size, she shouldn't be able to speak, let alone imitate old movie stars.

He stood, offering her his hand. She placed her palm in his and he yanked her to her feet. She paled.

"Where do you live?"

He tried to catch her gaze as she swayed.

"Do you live on campus? We need to get you to your dorm. Who did you come here with?"

"I don't feel sho good."

Damn.

He led her to the stairs and helped her up to his room. Opening the door, he led her inside.

"You know something?" she asked, stumbling a step. "You're probably the mosht handsome man I've ever sheen."

Unsteady on her heels, she tried to step into him, but tripped and stumbled into his arms. She was soft.
Amazingly soft. And she smelled like strawberries. Such a sweet and innocent scent for a frat party attendee.

He inhaled sharply, his body responding to her closeness. His pulse pounded, rushing to engorge parts of him he wouldn't be using tonight—at least not with this girl so damned drunk. He'd never been the kind of guy to have sex with a girl this smashed. It seemed far too much like taking advantage.

"You can sleep on my bed."

"And where will you shleep?" Her voice went quiet. "With me?"

He clenched his jaw to keep himself from saying yes. She was an unusual girl. By the end of the game, she'd held up three fingers. She liked public sex, she'd watched two people have sex, and she'd worn a costume during sex. He was curious what it might have been. A kinky girl in the guise of a bookworm. Interesting.

"No." He released the soft skin and clenched his fists at his sides. "I'll be on the floor."

She pouted and he found himself wanting to kiss those lips. To bite that spot on her neck where she'd rubbed so many times. To—

"What if I want you on the bed with me?"

Stepping forward, she swayed again and fell. Once more, he caught her and helped her stand. When she looked into his eyes, his pulse quickened. He'd never seen a sultrier look. Her eyes blazed and the wisps from her disheveled bun framed the delicate bones of her face. Despite her short stature—more than half a foot shorter than his—she managed to pull his head down and stand on her toes to meet him.

Her lips covered his. The sweet and innocent kiss made him doubt her revealing answers to the game. Perhaps he'd been right about her the whole time. Then, she deepened the kiss, and a blast of erotic heat rocked him on his heels.