she’d pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor, exposing her navy-colored bra. I automatically reached out and felt her breasts through it, and she gave a slight moan of satisfaction. Without a word, Emma jumped on me, and I hitched her thighs around my hips. Her legs wrapped around my middle as I supported her, pushing her body against my abs. My hands kneaded her backside as we hit the wall.
She shoved her hand downward, refusing to remove her mouth from mine. I gasped when her fingers clenched the outside of my pants— pleasure flooded and welled straight at the core of my manhood, and it was the most gratifying thing I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t think. I could hardly move, except to continue to assault her lips over and over.
Gods, we had no fucking reserve. It was like we were crazed.
Just when Emma gave another squeeze to my cock, and I was certain it was going to rip through my pants, there was a loud bang in the hallway. Both of us jumped. I suddenly realized we were in a very public place, where anyone could walk in at any moment. Emma shimmied down my body, and I sprang to the other side of the room.
As we were still breathing hard, I picked up Emma’s shirt and threw it to her. “Put your clothes back on.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped back, but she slipped it on. Her hair was messy, and there was a pink tinge to her cheeks that hadn’t been there before.
As she zipped up her jacket, I said, “We need to go. I have class.”
“So do I.” Both of us grabbed our bags and hurried out the door. We left the ice rink as soon as possible and started down the path to school.
“What the hell was that?” Emma bit. She shivered at the snowfall that was beginning to increase.
“Don’t ask me.” I had no idea what came over us. One minute she was going to make me lose my mind. The next, she made me want to lose my self-control. I was no longer all that angry with her. Emma was a complex being.
Emma shivered. She wrapped her arms around herself as we walked against the wind. Our bags banged together as she drew closer.
“You cold?” I asked, looking down.
“Emma’s teeth were chattering. “The chill doesn’t bother me.”
She was a liar. I draped an arm around her and pulled her close, into my shifter warmth. “There. Better?”
“She took a deep sigh and nestled her head into my jersey. “A bit.”
“Hm.” My tone implied I didn’t believe her. She was no longer shivering.
“I guess I’m not telling you the truth. People with primary immune conditions can be hypersensitive to extreme temperatures.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll have me to keep you warm.” I rubbed her arm, and she relaxed against my torso.
Emma said nothing more, just stared out into the white void ahead. I frowned. She was being distant again. I didn’t know why.
Apparently things were going to stay like this forever. We were either succumbing to lust or freezing each other out. It was like walking in a blazing desert, then being dumped into a harsh blizzard all in the matter of a few seconds.
I didn’t like that there was no in between. There was passion and desire, but no intimacy. Chemistry and connection, but no trust. Even I knew relationships like that didn’t last long.
“What class do you have?” Emma asked, breaking the silence.
“Now? Faction Abilities. I’m going to be late.”
Emma stiffened. “Wait. With Professor Lunesta?”
“Yes...” I said, not sure where this was going.
“I’m in the same class,” she said.
Damn. We had it together. I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad about it. I couldn’t avoid her forever, and I wanted to be in Emma’s presence.
Yet also... there was so much between us we needed to work out. And I had no idea where to start, or even how to begin to sift through the mess.
Not to mention I was still carrying a very, very big secret.
“Good. We can be partners,” I finally said. “They always pair people up by Factions.”
“At least I’ll know someone,” she said.
My wolf bristled inside at the thought of Emma learning wolven magic with some random shifter guy— sharing thoughts and telekinesis magic.
Never mind. I was certainly happy we’d been thrown together for this class, no matter how awkward it was. Was it possessive? I hardly gave a shit.