Benoit is the type to kiss your hand as you depart. You’re not even necessarily dating — maybe just courting at best. But it’s so suave and gentlemanly that you don’t mind one. Damn. But.
i’m sorry i had to i love him
“Your eyes are gonna fall out of their sockets if you don’t sleep, Detective Blanc.”
The words were light and jesting as you dropped another binder of old newspaper clippings in front of him. The library had fallen quiet as the hours went on and patrons filtered out until it was just you and the southern detective.
“Well if you see them rolling across the floor, please return them to me.” The older man smiled teasingly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling at the expression. He had been here until closing time for the past week and a bit, requesting old records from the far reaches of the library that you hadn’t ventured to in all the years of being the small town’s librarian.
Benoit had always been a familiar face around these parts. Familiar enough that you always anticipated the next time the wind would blow him in.
“I have to start locking up,” You said softly as you leaned your pencil-skirt clad thigh against the edge of the reading desk casually. Your finger tapped lightly on the front cover of the binder as you smiled, “Just leave this at the front desk and I’ll pick it up after closing. Hope you find what you’re lookin’ for, detective.”
You had bid your farewell as you turned away to begin finishing up your rounds. A warm touch around your wrist, however, tugged you to a stop.
Turning, you looked down at the detective’s large hand as his thumb grazed across the arch of your wrist. A shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps suddenly peppering your upper arm. Your hand looked so small in his.
Your cheeks felt hot as you watched the man lean forward from the leather chair to press his lips to your knuckles. Your knees almost buckled at the rough scratch of his stubble on your flesh. His eyes had lowered upon contact before raising again, looking at you from above the rim of his reading glasses. The kiss was brief, chaste, even if his lips lingered there a moment longer. But it was the way he watched you that made your thighs press together in your tight skirt.
He looked like he could have eaten you alive right there.
“Thank you for all your help.” Benoit dragged his thumb over the area he had just kissed and you swallowed thickly as your gaze lowered to his lips. “I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without you.”
Your response sputtered on its way out of your mouth as he finally let your hand go with a small squeeze. He had already turned back to his files as you skittered away.
Benoit’s eyes followed you as you went, watching the way your cute little ass jumped around in that pretty pencil skirt.
