Page 80 of Firestorm
She quickly turned back to Mr. Craig, flashing him a shaky smile, and I almost rolled my eyes.
Willow was cute. I expected her older brother would be attractive, though I hadn’t expected to see any GTAs mooning after him.
“Your next student is here,” she mumbled before turning and walking away from me quickly, her heels clacking obnoxiously on the linoleum as she went.
I liked that she was afraid of me.
The amount of anger I’d felt when she threatened Aiden was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d never been impulsive, but for some reason, seeing Aiden’s reaction to her threat had me acting very impulsively.
And that impulse was to commit murder, apparently.
Not good.
“I’ll see you now, Miss–” The smooth, deep voice that spoke cut off abruptly, and goosebumps erupted down my arms.
No. Fucking.Way.
I whipped my head around and my breath caught in my throat.
Black dress slacks. A deep blue dress shirt, fashionably untucked. Sleeves rolled back, revealing strong forearms I hadn’t seen before, but somehow recognized anyway.
“Wyatt,” I breathed. I was caught by his hazel gaze, my knees going weak even though I’d just stood.
He looked just as beautiful as I remembered. Just as beautiful as he appeared in my dreams. Becausefuck, had I dreamed of him so many times since the night we met.
“Miss…Aria.” Wyatt finished, looking up from his schedule with widened eyes, his plush lips parted in shock. “Skye…come in.”
I stumbled inside after him, squeaking in shock when he slammed the door behind me and then pushed me back against it. He caged meto the door, resting one of his forearms above my head while his other hand rested flat against the wood. His warm body pressed against mine, his hips pinning my stomach to the wall. I shivered.
“Wyatt,” I could only whisper his name as he dropped his face to my neck, breathing in deeply like he wanted to get high off of my scent.
“Skye,” he whispered, sounding pained. “I didn’t check, I didn’t realize–”
“It’s okay,” I replied, carefully bringing my arms up around his middle for a hug. One of Wyatt’s hands remained flat against the wall by my head while the other slid down to hold the side of my face. His masculine scent enveloped me. Something spicy, like cinnamon, and then something that was justWyatt.
I’d thought about that scent often. I’d imagined the moment I’d see him again so many times. My plans had ranged anywhere from slapping him or throwing a drink in his face, to ignoring him and running away like he’d done to me.
What actually happened was nothing like I envisioned, because then he pulled back just enough for our lips to connect in a desperate kiss. I sighed into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed the sound. Behind me, the lock snicked closed with a simple thought, the fogged glass I was pressed against not even an after thought.
Part of me wanted people to see us together. Everyone could see then that Wyatt couldn’t resist me. This hot as hell man wantedme.
I tightened my hold around his middle and he brought his other hand to hold the other side of my face, then he angled my head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue lapped at mine hungrily, and I explored him right back. His warm hands slid down to my waist, then my thighs. I took hold of his shoulders and jumped, landing in his strong arms and finding myself pressed back against the door again.
My mind was completely empty. No thoughts at all. No feelings, only lust and longing. All the anger I’d felt toward him for running from me melted away with every roll of his tongue.
“Fuck, Skye.” Wyatt moaned, and I let out a needy whimper in response.
Wyatt clawed at my leggings with one hand while the other held mefirm against the door, and I pulled clumsily at the collar of his dress shirt.
Wyatt pulled back for just a moment, grimacing as he fumbled with his belt. I undid one of his shirt buttons while I licked at his neck, and he groaned softly. I worked my tongue along his jaw and nipped at his ear, and suddenly we both jolted at a loud knock on the door.
Wyatt’s sun-kissed skin went ashen.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
He lowered me to the ground and frantically fixed the buttons on his shirt. I quickly straightened my leggings, ignoring the heat in my cheeks as I realized my panties wereruined. That entire situation wasillegallyhot.
Wyatt glanced back at me as another knock sounded. I quickly grabbed some tissues and flopped down on the couch against the wall. I sniffled into the tissues and turned my back to the door as Wyatt pulled it, and the door thudded like he’d forgotten it was locked.
