It's between me and you

Chapter 21

The girl's fingers clawed at his short hair. Andrew drowned in the bittersweet taste that exploded on his tongue. He bit Elena on the bottom lip and received a long moan in response. He was smeared, pulverized. Sharp fingernails slid down his neck, digging into his skin and leaving grooves.

Elena hadn't felt this way in a long time. The guy's confident, insolent tongue fought against her own, his lips tormented her, and his hands pressed her slender body into him as if he wanted to crush her. Destroy her. The stubble stabbed her lips. Elena shuddered with sudden arousal, like getting burnt. There was magma beneath her skin, demanding to be extinguished.

She had never been kissed like that. Rough, hard, enslaving. It wasn't a kiss in the conventional sense. It was something like two beasts fighting, one making a throw and the other responding. And most inexplicably, Elena wasn't just responding. She was flattering the guy with all her passion. Her nipples tensed, aching, and this rubbing against his chest helped at least a little to soften the sharpness of the primal sensations.

And Andrew felt it. He swallowed her excitement, and he himself heated to the point of no return. His ears buzzed, his pulse throbbed in the back of his throat, and the taste of Elena was intoxicating. His cock was hurting against his jeans. He would fuck her right now. Spread out on the grass because it felt like the skin would crack all over his body if he didn't let out the tension. Only something stopped them.

They pulled away from each other at the same time and met foggy, frantic glances. A heavy gasp burst from his chest.

The pounding of their hearts was more deafening than the sound of thunder. Ledger ran his hand through his hair nervously, and then, clenching his teeth, moved toward the motorcycle.

Elena lowered her lost gaze to the ground. What had just happened to them?

Her head was a mess, and her body whimpered protestingly. Hearing the engine rumble, she turned around. Andrew was waiting for her. Elena came on wobbly legs, sat down on the bike and with trembling hands put on a helmet, silently handed out by Andy. She called the address, and in a short time the motorcycle pulled up outside her doorway. Neither of them uttered a word, completely shocked by what had happened.

Elena took the elevator, entered her apartment, closed the door, automatically turned on the light, and when she saw her own reflection in the mirror on the wall, she was frightened. It wasn't Miss Narrell, a teacher at a prestigious college, who was looking at her. From the mirror looked a strange girl, whose eyes burned with inexplicable fire, her hair was ruffled like after good sex, and the skin around her mouth was bright scarlet from Ledger's greedy kisses.

It only now dawned on her that she had kissed with her own student. And with whom! With the most vile, insolent, and disgusting spoiled brat, daring to threaten her with reprisals if she didn't quit. Elena brought her hand to her face and ran her fingertips over her aching lips. A wave of inappropriate excitement coursed through her body. Now Elena understood why the girls were tailing Andrew. If he kissed with hurricane force, one could only imagine what he could do in bed.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. It's crazy. It was some parallel dimension where angels became demons, burgers were eaten to lose weight, and she was making out with Ledger. Only she couldn't explain her own behavior even to herself. It was probably just the piling up of tension after the day she'd been through, the fear, the overabundance of emotions she hadn't experienced in a long time, that did their job and spiked Andrew's share of unsteadiness into her bloodstream.

Elena kicked off her shoes, went into the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and washed her face. He was strange, after all. Weird. If just a few days ago she could say with certainty that the guy was a total badass, his reaction to what had happened to his friend displaced the usual image of a jerk. Would a whacked-out jerk drag his friend's entire family home? Even for one night. He should have said: "Wow, sorry, Nate," to turn around and leave for some regular party, but it was as if someone else moved into him, turning into a man not indifferent to other people's lives. Elena did not know Ledger like that.