Wright:
Emma’s breath trembles against my mouth.
I can feel it—feel her. Feel the way her body reacts before her mind can catch up. Feel the way her pulse jumps under my fingers like she’s trying not to come apart for me too soon.
Her eyes are wide, stunned, a little wild.
Good. Let her be overwhelmed for once. Let her feel even a fraction of what she’s done to me.
“You want to know what I’m going to do about it?” I murmur, lips hovering a whisper from hers.
She nods—barely. Almost imperceptible.But enough.
I let out a soft, dark laugh.
“That’s all I needed.”
And then I kiss her.
Not softly. Not carefully.Not the way a sane man kisses a student or a colleague or someone he’s supposed to be professionally detached from.
I kiss her like she’s the problem and the cure. Like I’ve wa
