Study Partners & Passionate Breaks

Killian’s POV

This was getting out of hand.

I told myself that after the last time, I’d stop. That I wouldn’t let Emma Scott pull me into her twisted little game again.

But here I was.

Again.

My hands gripped the edges of my textbook so tightly my knuckles turned white. Across from me, Emma sat at the library table, twirling a pen between her fingers, pretending to study.

Except she wasn’t reading a damn thing.

Neither was I.

How the hell was I supposed to focus when just an hour ago, I had her pressed up against a desk, my lips tracing every inch of her skin, her gasps still ringing in my ears?

This was dangerous.

It wasn’t supposed to keep happening.

But I couldn’t stop.

Every time I told myself I’d walk away, she found a way to pull me back in. A smirk, a brush of her fingers against mine, a whisper in my ear that made my blood heat.

I hated her for it.

I hated myself more for letting it happen.

“You’re not even reading,” she said suddenly, breaking the silence.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to look up. “Neither are you.”

She hummed, tilting her head, her smirk growing. “Maybe because I’m a little… distracted.”

My grip on the textbook tightened. “Then focus.”

Her chair scraped against the floor as she leaned in, lowering her voice. “How can I, when I can still feel your hands on me?”

I inhaled sharply, muscles tensing.

She was playing with fire.

And I was the idiot willing to burn for her.

Emma’s POV

I was driving him insane.

Good.

I wanted him off balance. Wanted him unable to think about anything except me.

Because that’s exactly how I felt.

I couldn’t focus on my studies, couldn’t concentrate on a single word in my textbook. My body was still buzzing from our last encounter, my skin still warm from the way he had touched me.

And I needed more.

I slid my foot forward under the table, brushing it against his leg. His entire body tensed.

“Emma,” he warned.

I grinned. “Yes, Killian?”

His hands clenched into fists on the table. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

I rested my chin on my palm, feigning innocence. “Oh? Is that what we’re doing?”

He exhaled sharply, glaring at me. “Yes.”

I let my gaze drop to his hands—his strong, capable hands that had been all over me not even an hour ago.

“Shame,” I murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. “I had other ideas.”

His jaw flexed, his grip tightening on his pen.

I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Maybe we should take a break, study partner.”

His eyes darkened, flicking to my lips before he caught himself and tore his gaze away.

He was fighting it.

But I knew him now.

And he was going to lose.

Killian’s POV

I was a fucking idiot.

I knew exactly what she was doing.

And I still let it happen.

The moment she suggested a break, I knew there was no going back.

I shoved my books aside, pushing back my chair so hard it nearly toppled over. Emma barely had time to smirk before I grabbed her wrist, pulling her up from her seat.

“Where are we going?” she asked, feigning innocence.

I didn’t answer.

I just dragged her into the nearest empty study room, slamming the door shut behind us.

She barely had time to gasp before I was on her.

My lips crashed against hers, swallowing her surprised moan.

She melted against me instantly, fingers tangling in my hair, her body pressing against mine in all the right ways.

This girl was going to ruin me.

And I was going to let her.

I lifted her onto the desk, pushing her legs apart, feeling the warmth of her skin against my hands. She gasped when I kissed my way down her neck, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Admit it,” I murmured against her skin. “You can’t get enough of me.”

She let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. “Neither can you.”

I didn’t argue.

Because we both knew it was true.

And no matter how dangerous this was…

Neither of us was willing to stop.