So I creep across the couchand crawl into his lap, straddling him.
“Brynne,” he says, his voice just a whisper, but he doesn't push me off of him.He wraps his arms around me.
“I want you,” I say. I've never been very good at denying myself, not where Emmett is concerned.And there's no universe in which I could deny myself right now,not after all this time. I'm going crazy from it.
“We can’t,” he says.
“Why not?”My mouth hovers over his, feeling the heat of his breath on me. “Why not, Emmett? I'm not scared of you.”
“You don't know anything about it,” he growls.
“You're right, I don’t.”
I press my hips down into his.
He groans.I can feel that his body is tremblingunder mine, and I can't tell if it's from desire or something else entirely.
“Brynne,” he warns again, but I kiss him. I kiss him with all the desire I've felt for the last two years.
“I need you,” I say into his mouth, and he lets out a snarl and shoves me off of him onto the couch.
He shoots up and everything happens so fast. Right before my eyes, just like last night, he goes from the Emmett that I know as well as I know myself to somethingmore.His body changes, shifts, grows by one foot, then two.He was so far away last night that I didn't even realize how big this version of himself is.
Once he's full wolf, I have to admit that I am a little afraid, but he doesn't move.Doesn't lunge at me like I half expect him to.He just stands there on all fours, watching me, his chest heaving.
“Emmett?” I ask, my voice shaking just slightly. I pray he doesn’t notice, partly because I’m afraid my fear will trigger something predatory inside him, but partly because I’m embarrassed by how nervous I am.
He makes a snuffling noise in response.
“You understand me?”
He nods.
“And… you're still you?”
This time, he doesn't nod but kind of twists his head to the side,like he doesn't understand the question.
“I don't think you're going to hurt me.”
Again, there's no answer, just him watching me carefully.
I step toward him. He couldn’t get away, even if he wanted to. He’s so big in this small cabin, so big that there’s hardly anywhere for him to go without taking out a wall.
“Can you speak?”
He shakes his head just barely, and then lets out a sharp bark that makes me laugh.
“Okay, well, we'll have to work on that communication, I suppose.Is this what you were so afraid of?”I ask, stepping closer.
I expect him to step back, but he doesn't.He lets me come closer until I'm standing right in front of him.“Are you scared?”
Slowly, he nods.
“You're not gonna hurt me. Look at you.”I reach out, and my fingers find the fur on his head.He's so big that his head is level with my eyes. “But you can't control it?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“You can't turn back.”
