EVA.
I freeze in my stand and my eyes are wide as I watch Emerson's lip move against mine.
This isn't something I expected, but there is a small fraction that anticipated this: The anger that was burning between us to be fueled into something else. Something unexplainable. Something delirious. I had set the trap, but I didn't think Emerson would take the bait.
Emerson forces my mouth open and slides his tongue through my parted lips, pushing me hard against the elevator wall as his mouth ravages mine and his hand moves to the back of my head, pulling at my ponytail and tilting my head to the back; giving him more opening to plunder my mouth.
Disbelief dances through my veins as Emerson Ford kisses me rough and hard in a way that reflects how it's always been between us.
The warmth in my lower belly explodes into an unbearable sensation that leaves an aching need in the sweet spot between my thighs and a thundering heart in my chest.
I fist my hands in his jacket and instead of pushing his body from mine; I find myself pulling him tight against mine as I shut my eyes. Our chests are pressed to each other and every sense seems to have flown out as we both fight for dominance. The kiss is like it's always been between us– one of us fighting for the upper hand and in this position, Emerson Ford seems to have the upper hand as he presses his hip against mine for me to feel the hardness in his pants.
"You seem to be enjoying my lips on yours, Carson, " he pulls back, a taunting smile on his face as he keeps me caged against the wall, his large body encompassing mine and I part and close my mouth like a goldfish as I try to think of a comeback.
"You wish. " My voice is small. Almost inaudible and I want to smack myself in the face for it.
"I do not think there's any need to make a wish when I feel the urgency of your needy lips against mine, Carson. I bet I'll find you a poor mess if I push my hand between those thick thighs of yours. " He smirks and his words are something that shouldn't sound so hot. They are teasing and aimed at insulting me, yet I find myself wishing he do exactly what he said. I tell myself it's the stance we're in. Nothing more than that.
"Fuck you, Ford. " I cuss and he shakes his head. "You're asking for too much, Carson, but I won't mind bending daddy's little girl over my desk if you agree to be a good girl and beg for it. "
"That's something that will only happen in those ridiculous scenarios you make up in your head. I bet you've got tons of that up there, don't you?" I chuckle but that doesn't last long when he moves his face closer.
"Are you daring me again, Carson?" His voice is almost a whisper and his hot breath fans against my face.
"I am. " I lift my chin. "If you think you have the odds to stick that thing..." I nod to his pants. "Anywhere near me, then you must be insane, Ford. A thing that got hard with one touch from me by the way. "
Emerson laughs and moves back. "Trust me, Carson. This isn't because of you. You're not a sight to get hard for, especially not with me. " He doesn't give me a chance to speak before he presses the button again. The elevator slides open and he gives me one last glance before walking away and I slip on my feet, my breathing heavy as the import of what happened whack me hard.
I shared a kiss with Emerson fucking Ford.
I shared a kiss with Emerson fucking Ford where we could be caught by men who hate each other as much as we do.
What the hell was I thinking?
~
"I'm home. " I shut the door behind me and I don't wait for a response before heading straight to my room with my heart in my throat.
I sigh as I lean against the door and fish my phone out. There are a few texts and two missed calls from Aliya. I didn't even notice the poor thing ring because I was too caught up in something I shouldn't be caught up in.
Kicking my boots off my feet, I stride to my bed and drop on it as I contact Aliya.
"Bitch, where the—"
"Hey, sorry I missed your call. " I cut her off.
"What's wrong?" Aliya asks with raised brows, zooming her face closer and I shake my head, gnawing at my lips.
She frowns. "We don't keep secrets, Evie. "
I sigh and dig my fingers into my thighs. She would probably call me stupid if she heard of the incredibly mindless thing I did.
"It's just—" I shake my head and Aliya hums for me to continue. Taking a deep breath, I say, "I might have, or might have not kissed him. "
"Who?" She asks.
"Emerson. " My voice is so tiny that she might have not heard. It could as well pass as blowing wind, but when I look back at the phone to see Aliya's eyes widened with a grin on her face, I know she heard.
"Oh, you naughty girl. Finally taking on my advice, huh?"
"This isn't something to be proud of, Aliya. " I hiss, laying back against the headboard and she lifts her brows. "Why not? Was he a bad kisser? Considering his looks, you would think—"
"No, that's not it. " He's not a bad kisser. God, he's so far from that term. That ten seconds kiss is probably one of the hottest kisses I've ever had, and I hate that I love it. I hate that even after promising not to think of it, I still think of how it felt and the tingles on my lips for something I should hate. I hate that my body reacted so fast to him and I hate that I let Emerson Ford have his way with me– and would have probably let him have more if he didn't pull back.
Fuck. Me.
"So what's it then? Were you expecting more? " She questions and I roll my eyes. "I think you're getting the whole idea of hate wrong. You don't kiss someone you hate, Aliya. You want to smack them in the face, not want your mouth on them. "
She grins sheepishly. "So you want your mouth on Emerson? Which part? Is it the pretty orgasm maker in his—"
"Aliya, " I groan and she laughs. "It isn't funny. "
"I know! I know, " she says through her laugh. "And it's just a kiss, babe. Nothing too serious. Who initiated it?"
"Him. " Though I had indirectly goaded him into it. I shouldn't have uttered a word, knowing where I was. Especially after his words, but that's just it. There's that part of me that will never keep it down when it comes to Emerson Ford, and then there's the other part... The part that blatantly came out of nowhere and was anticipating his every next move. I don't anticipate with Emerson; I do the opposite.
"And you followed through. Maybe you both just need to fuck each other to get that hatred out of your systems. Might turn out better than being at each other throats. "
"You aren't helping, dimwit. " I tell her and she chuckles. "I'm just saying. "
"Yeah, thanks for the advice, smart pants. I'm heading to bed. "
"You'll figure it out. "
"Fuck off. " It's the only response I give as the echoes of Aliya's laugh fills my room before I hang up and throw the phone to the other side.
I sigh and stare up at the ceiling with my hands on my stomach. As I shut my eyes to get to sleep, I convince myself this is Emerson's new fucked up way of messing with me and I'll be damned if I let it get to me.
EVA. "Last night here. I'm gonna miss this place. " Aliya sighs as she stares around the club. "Why did you choose here though? I thought we were heading to the recently opened one downtown?" I ask her as I take a sip of my vodka and Aliya tries to avoid my gaze as she speaks, redness coating her flushed cheekbones. "No reason. I just thought—" "Thought you would see that nameless fuck of yours?" A mocking smile rests on my lips as I raise my brows at her and she rolls her eyes. "It was a instinct, okay?" I hum with a shrug. "Explains why you aren't out of your seat in search of someone to fuck. " "Shut up, Evie. " She groans and I laugh, taking another sip of my vodka. "You're on your seat, " she drops her gaze to my lap and I nod. "I think that's pretty obvious, Aliya. " "Why are you on your seat? I thought you were going to make the best out of your last day to party? You probably will go back to stuffing t
EVA. Hot liquid burns through me. A hot, unquenchable thirst that can surprisingly and unfortunately be quenched at this moment by him only. My hands find themselves in his jacket when Emerson pulls my lower lip in his mouth, and tug on it hard; enough to draw a string of pain and pleasure through me. My want explodes into a need, and a sound between a moan and a gasp slips through my parted lips as Emerson's hand move from my hair to my waist, pressing me hard against his chest. He pulls away for a split second, his breathing hard and loud, and mine is the same. Our eyes don't leave each other and our hands stay fitted to their spots before Emerson pushes me in again; his mouth fast, rough and aggressive against mine. He begins to move, pulling me with me, stopping on occasions to check his direction then finding his mouth on mine again. Lust has taken over my brain, and my entire body. Every. Fucking. Inch. Has been consu
EVA. "You have everything packed?" Mom asks again and a small smile tugs on my lips as I nod before she pulls me into a hug. "Oh, sweetheart. I will miss you so much. ""Mom, " I call her, a laugh slipping through my parted lips. "I'm not moving out of the state, mom. I'm only miles away. "She pulls back with a wide smile resting on her lips. "Does that mean I can come to visit whenever I want?"My smile turns into a frown and I shake my head in protest. "No fucking way. I told you both. I'll come home if I feel like it. You can't come to college. ""I was just teasing you, " she lifts her hand to my cheeks and pinches the skin lightly before dropping it to my side, a sigh leaving her mouth. "I know how much this means to you, and I respect that. ""Thank you, " I mouth and she smiles, her hands resting on either side of my face as she yanks me towards her. She presses her lips to my forehead before pulling back, "Be careful ou
EVA. A tall shirtless frame. A chest that's decorated with abs and muscles, mouthwatering and glowing before me. A chest that leads to a face on which a tiny smirks rests. Dark short hair complimented with brown eyes which stares back at me with amusement shining through the orbs. Out of everywhere I thought he could be, I never thought it would be here. No fucking way. There's no fucking way this is possible. The woman told me my roommate was a girl, just about my age so how the fuck did that get switched with him?"You look shocked to see me, Carson, " Emerson speaks, breaking the silence between us and I scowl at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"He raises a mocking brow. "You're dumb, Carson? What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" My gaze drops to the mug in his hand and I shake my head. "That's not what I fucking mean. What the hell are you doing here?" It's a stupid question. The man is chest naked in
EVA. "Try not to kill him. " Aliya laughs before she ends the call and I text the woman. ME: Hi. GoodDay, there's an issue with the apartment. I suppose you said my roommate will be a lady? I chew on my lips as I stare at the screen, waiting for a reply. Her response comes second later. APARTMENT: Oh right, Miss Carson. I'm extremely sorry to have not notified you instantly. The girl bailed and luckily, I got another roommate for you right after her. Is there any problem with your new roommate? Any problem? There's a lot of fucking problems! I hiss in annoyance and stop myself before I send something stupid. Tossing the phone to the side, I move out of bed. I slide my feet into the slippers and walk out of the room, moving towards the living room and frowning at the sight
EMERSON.I watch the swell of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, drawing towards me and requesting to make a tug.I lower my gaze to her face and she has a look of both uncertainty and resentment."What are you waiting for?" I take another step closer till her breasts scrape the skin of my naked chest and my cock grazes slightly against her thighs.I know the exact moment she thought of that night when her eyes drops to my cock again: her pupils dilate, a crease forms over her forehead and her lips part with no word slipping through.She swallows down, and I drift my gaze to the slight bob in her throat. I want to poke at it before wrapping my hand around it to take her breath from her, have her begging— pleading— to let go. There's an obsession with Carson's pleads I can't seem to get myself. It's that strong urge to hear those
EVA.Emerson's eyes remain on me, his finger tapping against the table as I make my way towards Aliya and grab the seat next to her, throwing my bag to the side."Done with your staring competition?" She lifts her eyes from the face mirror to meet my gaze and I shake my head, staring at her red lipgloss."Why are you applying lipgloss?" I ask her and she raises her shoulder, "To look good. I care about my appearance on the first day, babe. ""You already look good. " I clarify. She grins as she shuts the mirror and throws it inside her bag before saying, "Nothing wrong with trying to look perfect, Evie. You never know what's coming to you. ""You're insane. " I chuckle with a shake of my head just as the professor walks in, in a perfectly ironed suit with a scowl on his face.The room is filled with decent students occupying the seats&
EVA. There are five of them: Three guys and two ladies. I recognize one of them as Jaxon, one of Emerson's long time friends. How could he have made friends so soon? "Will you keep staring at us, or will you move from that door?" The redhead by his side hisses and I scoff. "I don't think we've met before. I'm not sure what Ford told you, but this is my fucking place and you don't get to speak to me that way. " I snap and there are loud whistles and laughs from the boys. The redhead looks around before meeting my eyes again, a frown pressed to her face. I have a feeling she doesn't fancy me too much, and judging by the way Emerson snickers next to her; the fucker must have said something. "This is his place too, bitch. " She cusses and dramatic gasps follow her words. I clench my hands into fists as I keep my eyes on h