A/N: Edward and his predator eyes are mine and yours if you review . Enjoy!
I felt very small. In every sense of the word. Edward seemed to tower above me he was so tall. I felt small like a little girl caught her hand in the cookie jar. I also felt small and petty for not noticing that something was wrong with Edward. I should have seen his pain and put my selfish lust and feelings aside. Mostly I felt like the smallest and vilest creature for blurting those words to him. "I liked it."
What was I thinking? He was going to freak out on me and he would have every right to do so. I kept my eyes tightly shut and waited for him to expel me from his room and ask to be transferred to Mr. Berger's class. The silence was frightening. The only thing I could hear was his breathing and I was probably imagining it but it sounded pretty heavy. I couldn't help it: I had to know so I opened my eyes and decided to look at him. It would be just another nail in my coffin, I was dead anyway.
What I saw almost tore a whimper out of me. Edward was staring at me, his eyes penetrating my soul and heart like no one before. His mouth was open, his shock obvious and painfully showing on his gorgeous face. My imagination hadn't played tricks on me, he was having trouble breathing and for a fleeting moment, I expected him to have a panic attack. I had to do something.
"Edward…" I murmured, my voice almost breaking down and shaking violently, like the rest of me. I waited for him to call his mother but what he did, I never saw coming.
As soon as his name fell from my lips, Edward groaned and started walking towards me. Slowly, like a lion stalking his prey, his eyes dark but still vividly green. His nostrils were flaring and his jaw slacked. Before I knew what was happening, my back was against the wall near his desk and his arms caged me, his two hands on both sides of my head.
"What did you just say?" he asked very slowly, his voice hoarse.
"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…I have to…" I pitifully stuttered. My brain had no control when I was near him, neither did my body. The latter started reacting to his proximity even more than before. His smell, this wonderful musky scent made my skin tingle and my heart race almost painfully, pounding against my ribs.
"What did you just say, Miss Swan?" he repeated, his eyes never leaving mine except for the occasional slip to my lips.
"You must think I'm a horrible person…I wasn't thinking…" My voice wavered and my eyes filled with tears.
"Bella…" he whispered. "Look at me, please." I couldn't deny him.
"What did you just say, Bella?" He asked his voice tender. I decided then and there I would tell him whatever he wanted to hear and for now, I had to be honest.
"I said…" I swallowed. "I liked it." My fate was sealed.
Edward's eyes softened and his right hand cupped my jaw in the sweetest caress. I was in a dangerous situation but even then, I thought I had never been touched that way before. Lost in my mind, I didn't see his face coming closer to mine until I felt his divine breath on my skin. I opened my eyes again and before I had time to blink, his lips were on mine.
Warmth and desire flooded me like a wave. I didn't react right away and let him take his time. He kissed me softly, little pecks on my upper lip, then my bottom one, a detour to my cheek and back again. I felt him tremble, from desire or fear I wasn't sure but I decided to enjoy the feeling while I could. So, I kissed him back, just as sweetly, like a butterfly landing on his sinful mouth. I couldn't resist and kissed his neck as well, eliciting a deep moan I felt from my scalp to my toes.
He became bolder and his kisses got wetter and more forceful. He took my lips between his and sucked, nipped my earlobe in such a sensual gesture I almost came from it alone. I got braver and deepened my kisses, finally slipping my tongue in his mouth in a timid attempt. I was sure he would push me away then but he didn't. He pulled me to him with both his arms and gave me his tongue. I could have cried from the pleasure. I started kissing him hungrily, decided to engrave this moment in my memory. I would take all I could for as long as he allowed me.
And allowed me, he did. He responded with fervor and his moans and grunts triggered such a lust in me I thought I'd faint for a second. To avoid from falling, I gripped both his shoulders with my hands and continued kissing him. It felt I was out of my body and yet, I felt, smelled everything. I was delirious with happiness, I was…
"Edward, Miss Swan? Are you finished? I was thinking I'd prepare something for dinner!" Esme's voice reached through our mist of desire.
It was like a cold shower. I tore myself from his lips and at that second, the magnitude of what we had just done knocked me like a ton of bricks. I gasped and put my hands over my mouth, where his mouth had just left an eternal print.
His eyes were so sad at that moment I almost caved and embraced him again. But I couldn't. I escaped the sweet prison of his arms and escaped the room as fast as I could. I was used to running away.
I tried to compose myself and plastered a fake smile on my face.
"Ah Bella, here you are! Do you want to stay for dinner dear? Where's Edward?" she asked smiling.
"Hmm, sorry Esme I wish I could but I have plans." I realized then that I had indeed plans. I had stupidly trapped myself into going out with James. "Edward is still working on his drawings." I lied smoothly.
"Ah, that boy is gifted, I don't know where he got that from." He's gifted alright. I shook my head at myself and opted for a swift retreat.
"I'm sorry, Esme. I have to get going but thank you again, it was very nice of you to have me."
"Well, dear it was great to see you as well. Hope you enjoyed yourself." I bit my whimper back in my mouth. I certainly had enjoyed myself. And it was so much more than that.
I don't know how I came back home. I was on auto-pilot, my body remembering how to walk and to drive between vivid flashes of Edward's kisses.
When I collapsed on the couch, I couldn't contain my tears anymore. They were mixed with laughter as I was reminded of my recent euphoria. What was I going to do? I was in lust and in love with my 17-year-old student. And he wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted him. I had to do something to stop that madness. But what could I do? I felt helpless.
My phone bleeped with a text message. "Can't wait, beautiful! See you in a half hour XOXO James"
I had my answer.
Bites nails nervously. What did you think? Let me know…XO Steph
