That’s me, I’m done for. No use in trying to hide anything anymore.
He tips my head back and I have no choice but to look into his penetrating eyes. As our eyes meet and lock, a jolt shoots through my stomach.
I’m so screwed right now.
***
CARTER
Looking down at her, I can honestly say that she aggravates the living hell out of me.
It’s not that I’m scared of a challenge. I mean, damn, I’m going to be working my ass off for the next three years, before Dad retires. It’s definitely not the challenge I’m afraid of.
She’s too beautiful, the breathtaking, heartbreaking kind. I’m becoming obsessed with this girl and I don’t like it at all.
This is fucking bullshit. She has an irritating habit of pressing all my wrong buttons. She’s constantly saying something to piss me off. I should hate her, but all I want to do is hold her.
Her skin is silky soft beneath my fingers. Her eyes are wide and totally focused on me. She looks at me in a way no one has ever looked at me.
To most, I’m a walking bank. To Dad, I’m the future of his company. To the guys, I’m a brother. To women, I’m a walking cock.
What am I to Della?
Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip. My heart spasms as her lips part, and a blush creeps over her cheeks.
“Carter?” she whispers, as an uncertain look dawns over her face.
She confuses the ever-loving fuck out of me but hearing her breathe my name does something to me.
It makes me lose control of the firm grip I have on my life.
My mouth crashes against hers. Her hands shoot up and she grabs hold of my biceps. She pulls slightly away, a look of shock on her face while her lips part on a breath.
I tighten my hold around her neck and crush her mouth under mine. I bring my other arm around her and fanning my fingers over her lower back, I press her against me.
She feels so good against me. I want to hear her scream my name. Damn, I want to be buried deep inside this woman.
And I fucking hate that she’s making me feel all these unwanted emotions.
It only makes me kiss her harder. I plunge my tongue inside her mouth and our tongues continue to fight this war between us.
Her hands slip up and over my shoulders. She sucks in a breath as her fingers trail over my jaw.
Somewhere a car backfires, yanking me back to the now.
I pull away from Della, my eyes burning over her face. The blue of her eyes looks like midnight. Her lips are wet and swollen, and the look makes her fucking stunning.
She brings a trembling hand to her mouth and her eyes dart around us. It’s only then I notice the students watching us.
There’s a sinking feeling inside of me. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her.
I don’t even fucking like her.
I glare down at her. “Taste like shit,” I spit the words out.
Shock washes over her features as her eyes well up with unshed tears.
I walk away from her, not waiting to see what damage my words are causing. The more she hates me, the better. I don’t need her sniffing around me.