I pulled her closer and the drain went wider, cycling her Essentia through me in sharp electric pulls that tasted like vanilla cream left too long in the freezer. Sweet. Cold. Delicious.
Noel's fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.
"This is—" She gasped. "I can't—"
"Can't what?"
"Think."
Good. Thinking got her into trouble.
I walked her backward toward the conference table, never breaking the kiss, swallowing the little sounds she made every time the drain spiked. Her hips hit the edge and I lifted her onto the surface in one motion. Her legs wrapped around my waist automatically, pulling me between her thighs like she'd been programmed for it.
The drain pulsed harder. Warmer. The flavor shifting from vanilla to something richer, more complex. Like tasting her actual thoughts.
"Rome." She broke the kiss, breathing ragged. "We're in a classroom."
"Door's locked."
"That's not—someone could—"
