A freedom I haven’t felt in years runs through my soul. I told him to call me Evangeline more to prove a point that it’s truly me, but I got more than I bargained for.
I got me back.
At this moment, suddenly, I feel like myself for the first time in years. And even more exciting, I’m happy about it.
* * *
“Ang—I mean, Evangeline,” Cole calls out as I pack my bags at the end of class. “Do you have a moment?”
I look up, smiling at him. The class was difficult to get through tonight; I’m not going to lie. Knowing Cole is Maverick and that he knew it was me proved to take my attention elsewhere, and I couldn’t focus for shit. Our eyes caught each other’s every five seconds it felt like, and after having to readjust himself multiple times, he finally sat down for the remainder of the lecture.
I take my time packing my bag, waiting for more of the class to pour out. I notice Charlie takes longer than the others and finally leaves with a slight huff as he storms out.
I sit back in my seat once the room is empty, crossing my hands over my desk. “You wanted to talk to me,teacher?”
He smirks, and it’s honestly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s written all over his face with that simple tilt to his lips. He’s imagining being inside me, taking control over my body and me falling to his every demand Saturday night.
We sit in silence, staring at each other, willing the other person to say something. Our game is on, and I feel my panties moisten instantly as my heart rate picks up speed.
“So…” He taps his fingers on his desk. “Evangeline, huh? What a beautiful name.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly more affected by his trance.
“It really is you?” He slowly stands up, walking over to where I am.
Instinctively, I clench my legs together, holding my breath without even noticing it and looking straight ahead. Once he gets to my desk, standing tall by my side, his fingers brush out, slightly touching my face. I turn to look up at him, slowly releasing the breath I was holding when my eyes reach his.
His presence overwhelms me, and the reality of the situation starts to slowly take over. It was one thing being next to him with a mask on and another thing watching him from afar while he taught the class. But now, here, with no one around, just the two of us. It’s different. I know what this man can do to me. I know what he feels like when he pushes inside me, when he licks me just the right way.
I look away, needing a second to regroup.
His fingers slightly touch me under my chin, turning me back to him, sending chills throughout my entire body. Instantly, I’m stuck in his trance again, and I’m motionless as I watch him slowly move his lips to mine.
I’m done for. The feeling of him overwhelms all of my senses except one. The only one I don’t want to feel. The one I’ve avoided for too long, and I don’t want to feel it ever again.
“Carter,” I say the second his lips leave mine.
My arms grab hold of his neck as my legs wrap around his waist. His movements have slowed, and the way he’s slowly thrusting inside me while kissing my neck is about to drive me somewhere I’ve never been. I’ve had orgasms while he’s played with my clit or gone down on me, but this is a different feeling altogether. It’s so deep, so raw, and so unbelievably amazing.
“Carter, God, what are you doing to me?” I pant out.
“I feel you, Evangeline, let go. I’m here. I’ll catch you, I promise. I always will.”
His lips meet mine again as his hands grip my own, and I scream instantly, exploding from the inside, and he stills, pressing hard against me, feeling every ounce of relief my body gives as I clench and then melt into him.
It’s so perfect, so right. I had no idea sex could be like that, and now that I know, I want it with him, like this, for the rest of my life.
No. Forget about it. That feeling can lead to nothing but heartache, and I need to leave. Now.
I push him off me. “I’m sorry,” I say as I reach down for my bag and run out of his classroom, not sure if I’ll ever return.
