His Shy Librarian: A steamy older man younger woman romance novella

by Mia Madison

  That was simple enough to understand. “He probably should have said exactly that. Or they should have had you give the lecture.”

  “But then I couldn’t have sat there with you.”

  My cheeks heated up, and I glanced down from his gaze.

  “I love it when you blush like that. I don’t think I heard the first half hour of his lecture, because I was thinking of how sweet and shy you look sometimes when we’re talking.”

  I bit my bottom lip, sure my face was bright red. “I missed a lot of it, too, because I could barely believe we were there together.”

  He reached his hand across the table then and covered mine. “So I wasn’t wrong, Karey? You have thought about us together before?”

  I laughed then, it simply bubbled out of me. His eyes went wide, but I grabbed his hand. “Wrong? I’ve thought about us together since… well, since we met. I just never thought it was possible.”

  “I had the same concern. That’s what’s kept me from asking you out before now. But I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

  I managed to swallow, though all the moisture in my body seemed to have gone south, making me feel hot and damp between my legs. “What changed?”

  He leaned even more over the table and took my hand in both of his, his head tilted down, his dark, bedroom eyes looking up at me. “In the library, when you fell against me. I didn’t mean to grab you the way I did, but the feel of you in my arms, against me…”

  Rick took a deep breath and straightened, letting go of my hand with one of his, but holding it with the other. “I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”

  I took a shaky breath, feeling sexual in a way I never really had before. “I’ve thought about that so many times.”

  Rick’s eyes darkened, narrowed. He licked his lips, his gaze flicking from my eyes down to my breasts and back. “So it’s a mutual obsession, huh?” His half-smile made me want to squirm in the seat.

  “Apparently,” I managed, his tongue drawing my gaze as he licked his lips again. The pleasant warmth that rushed through me felt too hot for a moment, I felt too dizzy with this new knowledge. “Excuse me, just a second.” I hurried to the ladies’ restroom in the back of the restaurant.

  Part of me wanted to cry, and part wanted to shout with joy. And another part, the one with the level head, said this is Professor Reiner, who works for your father. You can’t.

  But Rick obviously thought we could or he wouldn’t have asked me out.

  After I peed, I wiped thoroughly, taken aback at how slick I was just from hearing the words he’d said. He’d never even kissed me, and my body was freaking out. I splashed cold water on my face and washed my hands, and told my reflection that there was no reason to ruin the perfectly good evening. Go back, eat, enjoy the drive home. Enjoy this.

  I only had to remember the look in Rick’s eyes as he talked about my body against his, and I was convinced.

  I hurried back out to our table, hoping I didn’t look quite as eager as I felt.

  Chapter Six

  Richard

  I got worried when Karey rushed away to the bathroom, her face flaming, her eyes a little nervous. Had I said too much or pushed too hard? But she came back looking steadier and smiled at me as she sat.

  “Everything okay?”

  She said yes, and I thought she was going to say more but our salads came, with the server lingering too long for my taste. She was hot, to be sure, and if I’d been there alone, maybe I’d have flirted back. But she paled in comparison to Karey, who would never act like that in public. That restraint made her even more attractive to me.

  Since I didn’t want her to rush away flustered again, I decided to keep our conversation on more neutral territory, at least while we were in public. We talked about the food, and then we talked about the economy and some ancient barter societies, and how they might have fared in the world today, what changes would have to be made for us to use a barter economy again, and other such topics. Neutral. Interesting to both of us.

  By the time conversation finally strayed to the cashless society represented in some futuristic entertainment like Star Trek, and we ended up arguing over whether Spock or Data were inherently sexier to most people, we’d demolished our steak and been offered dessert twice by busty, bold Susie. I tipped her well and led Karey out of the restaurant by the hand.

  “Data was incapable of emotion without a chip to allow it, and that never worked right,” she said as we drove away from the restaurant. “Spock had emotions, he just didn’t allow himself to feel them.”

  “And that’s what makes him sexier?”

  “Definitely. The idea that you could break him down, win him over and make him feel for you even though he doesn’t want to feel. That wasn’t possible with an android.”

  That led us to a discussion of AI and transhumanism that was beyond both economics and history. But we chatted as if we were experts.

  There were no lulls. No pockets of stilted conversation or awkward silence.

  We just talked and enjoyed it. In that regard alone, it was probably the best date I’d ever had.

  Karey was trying to convince me that AI wasn’t as bad a movie as everyone thought when we pulled up at my place. As I turned the car off, she looked out the windshield and realized where we were. I knew I was being presumptuous, but I figured better just to go there and let her tell me to take her back to her car if she wanted to go.

  She looked at my front door, then looked at me, the nervousness back in her eyes.

  “Is this all right?” I asked. “I’m not really ready for the night to end.” I reached over and tucked hair behind her ear with my fingertip.

  “Neither am I,” she admitted.

  And I wanted to kiss her right then, but I didn’t want our first kiss to be in the front seat of a car. I could do better than that.

  “Come on. Let’s not give the neighbors a show. Wait,” I said as she chuckled. I hurried around to her side and opened the door. “After you, my dear.”

  Her sweet laugh came again as she took my hand. “I’m still not used to being treated like such a lady.”

  I opened my front door, and she stepped in. When I closed it and dropped my keys into my pocket, I stepped close to her and put my hands on her shoulders. “As I said, Karey, I’ll always treat you like a lady.” And then my chest tightened and the words came out of me, deep and breathy before I could stop them. “Except when I’m treating you like a woman.”

  For just a second, I thought I’d made a terrible mistake. But her chest rose with a sharp breath that she held for a moment. Then her eyes darkened, and I could see how much what I’d said aroused her.

  Years of working on a college campus had taught me that appearances weren’t always what they seemed, however, so as I pulled her toward me, shivering as her body pressed against mine. I licked my lips, imagining the taste of her on them, and asked, “Does that sound good to you, Karey? Me treating you like the woman you are?”

  She couldn’t hide her excitement and nervousness when she sucked in another breath and nodded. “Oh, yes, Rick,” she breathed out as she exhaled. “That’s what I want.”

  I cupped her cheek and let my thumb stroke her bottom lip. The shudder that went through her vibrated into me, and I groaned in excitement. I gently slipped her glasses from her face and lay them on narrow hall table just inside my door. I dipped my head and dragged my lips across hers, then flicked my tongue over her full bottom lip before licking between them and tasting her for the first time. I crushed my mouth to hers, and when she molded against me, trembling, I wondered why in the hell I’d waited all these years.

  Chapter Seven

  Karen

  Surely, I was dreaming. I hadn’t just really gone on a date with Richard Reiner. He wasn’t really kissing me in a way that sent a rush of heat right to my pussy, dampening my panties and making me ache.

  Things like that didn’t happen to someone like me.

  I put my ha
nds against his chest just so I could lean back and get a full breath of air. His eyes were dark with lust, his lips dark pink and wet. “Are you all right?” He tucked hair behind my ear again, a gesture I loved. “Too fast, Karey?”

  I shook my head. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

  He chuckled. “Okay.”

  “Not too fast. Just too… unbelievable.”

  “Why?” he asked, holding me close and letting his lips brush over my nose and cheek. “What’s so unbelievable about it?”

  I laughed. “Me, here with you. It’s like a dream come true.”

  “Well, believe it.” He kissed my eyelids. “Do you want something to drink?”

  “No, I’m fine.”

  He took my hand and led me to his couch, a rich brown leather sofa bookended by leather club chairs. The decor in his living room was dark and masculine, like him. We sat, and he pulled me up against him, cupping my cheek and kissing me more softly than before. I shuddered when he slid his hand down from my cheek to the top button of my blouse.

  “May I? Just a little?” He raised his eyebrow.

  Instead of agreeing, I leaned away enough to shrug out of my sweater, leaving me just in the blouse. Then I nodded. He stared into my eyes as he brought both hands up to slowly unbutton the first button, the second…

  When he moved to open the third, I put my hand on his instinctively.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

  All I could think was how he’d get my shirt off, all my clothes, and be disappointed. I know the women he dated weren’t plain like me. They knew how to dress and style their hair, how to smile at a man. How to fuck one.

  I didn’t know any of those things.

  “We shouldn’t,” I said sadly. “I’d rather have this wonderful night end now than see you disappointed. Can’t we just leave it at—”

  “Karey, what are you talking about?”

  I felt foolish now that I was expected to explain. “You know I’m not like the women you’re used to. The women who openly flirt with you, like Susie at the restaurant. I’m not that bold or confident.” It hurt to admit it, but I’d already said this much. “Or beautiful.”

  He tilted his head, about to say something, but I put my hand up. “I’m not fishing for compliments, Rick. But we both know I’m plain compared to the women you date. Heck, compared to most women in general. It’s just how I am, and I’m fine with how I am, but I’d rather not have to deal with disappointing you.”

  Rick took my face in his hands. “Oh, for God’s sake, stop, Karey.” He pressed a kiss to my mouth, a breath-stealing, hungry kiss, and practically growled, “You could never disappoint me. I’m already in disbelief that I get to be with you. You are beautiful. You just don’t see it or refuse to. You’re sexy and sweet, and the way you blush… that makes me so hard so fast it nearly doubles me over.”

  I inhaled sharply, surprised to hear him speak so boldly. I really didn’t want him to stop, but I was afraid. My head hesitated, but my body kept pushing me forward with a delicious throb between my legs.

  “I’ve never known anyone as shy and as sexy as you,” he said.

  I scoffed lightly. “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Karey.” He stood and took my hand to pull me to my feet, then led me down a hallway to—

  His bedroom. This was going faster than I’d expected.

  He didn’t lead me to the bed, though. Instead, he closed the door to reveal a full-length mirror on the back of it. Rick stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. “Tell me what you see.”

  “Rick, I—”

  “Please. Go on, and tell me.”

  I sighed heavily. “I see a 20-year-old girl in somebody else’s clothes.”

  “Twenty is a woman. Go on.”

  “She’s kind of plain. Not kind of. She’s flatly plain. Limp, generic brown hair, a weird eye color, just sort of flat and lifeless—”

  “That’s not what I see, Karey. Not at all.” He slid his hands down my shoulders to take my wrists, then lifted my arms to my sides. “I see a beautiful young woman with not nearly enough self-confidence when it comes to her appearance. Your hair is hardly limp or generic.” He nuzzled behind my ear, inhaling deeply. “It’s rich shades of brown, wavy and full and soft. And it smells amazing.”

  I couldn’t understand how he got all out of that of the head of hair that gave me fits every day when I tried to do something with it. His body pressed against me from behind, his arms coming around me. “And then there’s your body, Karey. It pains me to see you view yourself in such a way, because I can’t understand it. My god, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

  His hands moved up to that third button he never got undone. Looking into my eyes in our reflection, he opened that button, and slowly worked his way down until my blouse was unbuttoned to a point just below my navel.

  Rick pulled it open to reveal my torso and the light pink bra I wore, a pretty but comfortable one that hooked in front. “Look at yourself, Karey. You’re superb. Curvy in all the right places.”

  He rocked against me, and I could feel his cock against my backside, hard and huge, it seemed. I didn’t see what he saw in me, but he must have been telling the truth about his perceptions since he was that turned on.

  He took my hands and brought them up to my breasts, pressing my palms against them. “Show me yourself,” he whispered into my ear.

  Rick wanted me to open my bra. God, was I ready for that? I focused on the hardness against my ass and the way his gaze in the mirror heated up my whole body.

  I was ready. At least I was ready to try.

  I unhooked the bra, then slowly pulled my hands away, peeling the bra to each side as I did so.

  “Mmm,” he groaned. “As beautiful as I thought you’d be.” Slowly, his hands came up to cup the undersides of my breasts, cradling them, lifting them up and down as if getting a feel for their weight. “Look at yourself for a moment. Look at how sexy you are.”

  I gazed at myself as he asked. His hands moved to cup my breasts so that he gently twisted my nipples between his fingertips. That sent a jolt through me, almost electric, right between my legs.

  “Look,” he said, excited. “Your cheeks are flushed now, your nipples a little pinker. Surely you can see how desirable you really are.” His hands took mine again and pressed them to my breasts. “Touch yourself, like I did.”

  That felt awkward, playing with my nipples while looking in a mirror, and doing it in front of him. But since he wanted me to, and I’d decided to try… I rubbed my fingertips over my nipples and gasped, and how I felt the zipper of my skirt being lowered in the back.

  When Rick pushed the skirt over my hips to the floor, his hands gripped my waist, palms pressing against the sides of my panties. “I want to see all of you, Karey.”

  He waited for a moment, giving me time to refuse, I think, and then pushed my panties down my thighs until they dropped to the floor, too. He pulled my blouse off, and slid the bra off my arms, until I stood completely naked in front of him and his full-length mirror. Naked except the high heels.

  It felt dirty.

  I felt wonderful.

  Chapter Eight

  Richard

  Karey was so fucking beautiful I could barely stand to go that slowly. How could she see herself as dull or plain? Sure, she didn’t dress snappy or bother with fancy hairstyles, she didn’t seem to care about keeping up with the Joneses, so to speak. That didn’t make her plain.

  She was gorgeous and sexy, and the fact that she was so damn shy and unable to see herself the way I did, well that made her sexier still.

  I took her in, pressing against her from behind. Her cheeks were deliciously flushed, and her pretty tits had taken on a pink tinge across her chest, too. Her nipples were darker from the attention, and I longed to take one into my mouth.

  Gently, I used hands on her shoulders to turn her so I could look at her straight on, no mirror between us. Her hands were still on her breasts, though
unmoving. I pushed them down so I could get a better view, and then slowly leaned over. I glanced at her first so she could stop me if she needed to. Instead, she breathed heavily through her open mouth, her tits rising and falling with her fast breaths.

  I lowered my mouth over one nipple, just holding it there, then licked it. She gasped and flinched, so I sucked the nipple into my mouth and was rewarded with a little mewling sound. I sucked on it eagerly for a few moments, then moved to the other, earning myself another pleasured sound. When I lifted my head, leaving her nipples dark and wet, I covered her mouth with my own and kissed her deeply.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, not only because I thought she needed to hear it often, but because she was. “See?”

  I turned her again so she could see how her tits looked, how her nipples stood out erect, dark and demanding attention. The thin strip of hair between her legs led down to something I’d soon enjoy looking at in detail and watching it react to my attentions.

  I licked the shell of her ear. “How wet are you for me, Karey?”

  I reached around to cup one breast, taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger so I could tease her. My other hand, I pressed against her stomach and let it slowly slide down. When my fingers brushed over the thin strip of hair there, I could already feel the heat radiating off her pussy. So when my middle finger slipped between her folds to touch her clit, I was unsurprised that she was so hot and completely slick.

  My cock throbbed, so I pressed against her, letting her feel how much I desired her.

  “Tell me, Karey. What do you see now?” I licked a stripe up her neck. “See things differently now?”

  She frowned as if seriously considering what to say. I merely waited, unmoving, to give her time. I was a little taken aback when she said, “I like the way you look at me, even if I don’t see myself as anything but mousy.