Passion and Allure in "crazy about her"

Library after hours—crazy about her smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In crazy about her, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in crazy about her. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in crazy about her, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. crazy about her is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.