He takes my breast in his hand, yanking down my collar just enough to have my cleavage spilling over the neckline. I feel his fingertips graze my pebbled nipple, when my phone begins vibrating vigorously in my bag.
We pause in our rapture, swallowing each other's breath before he reluctantly places me on my feet and tears his body from mine.
As my phone continues to buzz, I watch the guilt enter his stare. Quickly, I push myself off the board and slap my hand over his eyes. “Don’t.” I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Don’t you dare, Mr. Ellis. I wanted it. Iwantit. I wantyou.”
I smell my cherry lip gloss on his lips as his sigh blows across my face. There’s something about smelling my scent on him that gets my blood stirring. I’ve never wanted to lay claim to a person, but Mr. Ellis, well… I want to make him mine.
“You should get that,” he whispers, my lips still pressed on his.
I don’t want to, but that specific vibration is my mother's ID. She'll undoubtedly come looking for me if I don’t answer by the third call. I can’t risk her finding me in Mr. Ellis’s arms. She can’t know about this at all.
Ever.
I stride around him to grab my phone out of my bag, praying to God it doesn’t stop ringing before I reach it.
“Hello?”
“Hi, baby. I’m right out front,” my mom shouts over Belinda Carlisle’sHeaven Is A Place on Earth.
I choke down the disappointment, nodding my head, aware she can’t see. “I’ll be right there.”
Hanging up, I turn to face Mr. Ellis, smiling at the frustration shining in his cerulean eyes.
“I have to go.” I hook my bag over my shoulders while he watches me from a foot away. The hunger is still present on his face. I ache for him to crash into me and finish what we started, but there’s no way we’re stopping if that happens.
I’ll have to go home and rub out my intensifying arousal, but what will he do? Jerk off? Or is he going to fuck his wife with me in mind? Will he picture me while he shoves his cock in her pussy? Her mouth?
Has he fantasized about me already?
Too many questions, not enough time.
“Bye, Mr. Ellis. Have a great weekend.”
Scarlett Dane
CHAPTER XIV
Once the door closes behind me, I race down the stairs, heart ready to detonate in my chest.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I gasp as I reach the second floor. My feet sprint over each step, skipping one, maybe two, at a time. I’ve never run so fast in my life, but adrenalin won’t ease my pace. I almost suffer for it, tripping in my platform sandals. That fall would’ve busted my face open, but at least it would be an easy excuse for why my skin is flushed.
Mom’s car waits in front of the school’s entrance. I spot her as I enter the first floor. “Please don’t look this way,” I groan, forcing my stride to be under control.
The fresh air breezes over my blushing skin. I inhale as much of it as I can before steadily walking down the front steps. There’s a prickle in the back of my neck, the kind that tingles when there are eyes on you.
As my foot hits the ground, I roll my head to the left, glancing over my shoulder to see him standing behind the glass. Case slung over his shoulder, he pushes out of the double doors, towering above me while I reach the end.
I don’t offer him a smile, at least not with my lips, before whirling back around. He doesn’t seem to like that, calling out my name, just as my mom rolls down the window.
“Miss Dane, have a great weekend.”
“You too,” I whisper, watching him as he strolls toward the faculty lot.
For the first time today, the sky breaks, and beams of light shine down on Mr. Ellis’s sandy brown hair. Glittering gold and coppery strands of red gleam under the sunlight.
He’s beautiful.
“Is that the teacher you have a crush on?” I listen to my mom utter, her eyes also tracking his shrinking form in the rearview mirror.
