Page 86 of Volik

Volik lifts his hand and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “If someone tried to touch what belongs to you, I would rip their hands off.”

My heart beats faster. Because I know he means it.

And… I like it.

Volik lifts a hand to his chest, acknowledging that he can feel my response. Then he drags the hand on my cheek down.

Over my throat.

To my chest. To the bare skin.

That calming rumble rolls out of his body again, and he lowers his face.

I think he’s going to kiss me, but he tilts his head, angling his horns away from me, and keeps lowering.

His hot exhale ghosts over my cleavage before I realize he’s about to face-plant into my tits.

Jerking my hand up between us, I slap my palm to his forehead. “Stop it.” My demand comes out as a snort. But he stops.

He lets me push him back, and I use my other hand to gesture at my room. “I have a sweater I’m going to put on. I just forgot about it.”

After Jenny left, I was too distracted with all the students piling into my room to remember my state of undress.

Normally, I’d be too cold sitting around in a tank top, but today my stress must be keeping me warm.

“Would you like me to get it for you?”

I press my lips together.

I shouldn’t say yes. Volik going back into the classroom will cause even more of a stir than me walking back in, boobs out, then pulling my sweater on in front of everyone.

But…

“Yes, please.”

Volik dips his head in instant acceptance, proving it wasn’t an empty offer.

Something tells me Volik isn’t the type of man to make those.

“Where is it?”

“On the windowsill.”

“Okay.” Volik steps around me.

I turn and watch as he crosses the few feet to the classroom door.

Chairs scrape across the floor inside the room. Which I assume is from students flinging themselves back into their seats after trying to peep on us.

Volik opens the door, and I expect him to duck into the room, but he doesn’t.

He stops at the open doorway, holds his hand out, and a second later, he’s holding my sweater.

My eyes widen.

I knew vampires could do cool things. Already this morning, I’ve witnessed Volik doing his super-speed thing. But I’ve never even seen a video of anyone doing that. Whatever that is.

Leaving the door open, Volik returns to me. But before he hands me my sweater, he brings it to his face. And he inhales.