Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (161 page)

I freeze. It’s
him
.

It’s him, Professor Landon. James. The stranger from my fantasies. The man with the amazing tongue and such sure, strong hands.

Was he the one watching me?

I look back up but don’t see him.

“Down here,” he says.

I look down. And, sure enough, standing at the foot of the stairs, cocktail in hand, is Professor James Landon.

I can’t deny the thrill that shoots through me on seeing him. I try to play it off, but with my brain buzzing, with the mood and atmosphere just right for seduction… it’s all I can think of.

“Celeste.” He rasps my name and takes the steps two at a time to get to me. I’m rooted to the spot. Transfixed, really, by this beautiful specimen of a man bounding toward me.

His intensity on approach makes me take an involuntary step back. I find myself pressed into a corner.

He stops a hair away. His eyes shine in the dark, just like they did the very first night. Dammit, he’s so beautiful. No man has a right to be so beautiful! I just want to reach out and touch his face…

No
! I chide myself for the thought. He’s my professor and that’s
all
. Our hookup before doesn’t count for anything. So what if he wants me? So what if I want him? So what if we’re both consenting adults and hungry and thirsty and craving each other…?

Oh, jeez.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” he says. He’s so close I can feel his breath. “Celeste. I’ve been thinking about those beautiful lips of yours,” he growls.

I’m not quite sure
which
lips he’s talking about.

“You know I want you,” he says. He steps into me so our bodies are pressed together. I give a low, needy moan.

“You like that?” he asks. He tilts his head forward, bringing his face even closer to mine. A strand of hair falls in my eyes. He brings a hand up and slowly sweeps it out of the way.

“Yes,” I say, in a shuddered whisper. All my nerves are fried again, and all my body knows is
him
. All it needs is
him
. I want to
be
his. I want to be
consumed
by him. I want him to do all those things he did to me on his yacht. I want it, I want it all, I want his cock and mouth and hands and tongue and…

“
These
lips,” he interrupts, pressing the pad of his thumb to my mouth, “Are absolutely exquisite, Celeste. But they are not the ones I mean.”

His hand trails down my chin, over my neck, and brushes lightly over my nipples. It comes to rest on the bit of exposed skin between my top and my jeans.

“I want to taste you,” he rasps in my ear.

Just like that, I’m instantly wet.

I blink fast, swallow hard, and try to think of what to say. He’s so close: why hasn’t he kissed me yet? We both want it, I can see it in his eyes, I can hear it in his voice, and he most obviously understands his effect on me.

Or his effect on all women
, I think, with a touch of cynicism, but even that isn’t enough to dissuade me from
him
.

Suddenly, I remember Summer. She’s right upstairs. Even if she hadn’t been paying attention to me before, she might look up and notice me gone for an extended period of time. If she comes looking and sees me with James…

Well, all hell is going to break loose.

“Not here,” I breathe, pressing my back up against the wall and tilting my hips forward so they push into his. Jesus, I can feel his erection!

“No?” He smiles, and both his hands fall to my waist. He wraps them around and his fingers push past the waist of my jeans, under my panties, to find my ass. He tugs me toward him. “Then where?”

His cheek brushes against my cheek, and the coarse stubble of his jaw runs over my skin. It makes shivers explode all over my body.

“Somewhere… more private!” I gasp. And then, “Oh God!” as his mouth dips down and finds that tender, sensitive spot just at the side of my neck.

His eyes blaze. He puts one leg between mine and asks, “Are you ready?”

I bite my lip and nod vigorously. I want him more than he can imagine. More than I can believe. I want him… right now, right here, immediately, and damn the consequences!

I’m so turned on that if he drops my pants and starts fucking me in this little dark stairwell I won’t protest!

“Then let’s go,” he says. He takes my hand and pulls me after him.

A second later we’re working our way through the crowd, with EDM blaring in the background. Lights flash and people roar in celebration as the DJ works his set. It’s dark. It’s loud. It’s busy. With the open night sky about us, it all feels delectably surreal.

Especially when I look forward and see who’s leading me by the hand.

It’s too noisy for me to ask him where we’re going. My mind comes up with all sorts of naughty, exciting scenarios: The restroom. A hidden closet. A secret corner. Maybe in the pool…

But James has his mind set. He leads me straight to the glass wall of the penthouse suite. It extends from one edge of the rooftop to the other. The party reflects on the tinted glass.

I never really paid it any mind before, but now…

There’s a steel door there. James steps to it. He punches in the access code on a little keypad. I hear a click, then a whirr, and suddenly, we’re inside.

11.

The door seals behind me, cutting off all the noise of the party.

I gape at the interior. The penthouse is spectacular.

James releases my hand and steps in front of me. He turns, then takes a few strides backward on his heels. “So,” he smiles. “Tell me, Celeste. Are you impressed yet?”

“Impressing me shouldn’t have been your prime objective,” I retort.

“No. You’re right, of course.” He fixes his eyes on mine. “Seducing you is.”

And then his lips are on mine, and I’m consumed by the kiss. He pushes me back so I’m plastered against the cold glass wall. His hands dart over my body, and, likewise, mine explore his. I feel the hard muscles of his arms, his back, his shoulders. It’s all just as I remember—better even, perhaps because this time my senses aren’t as dulled by alcohol.

James hitches my leg up and presses into me. I moan, loving the kiss, loving the connection, absolutely losing myself in the moment. My greedy hands claw at his back, and he breaks away to rip my shirt and bra down.

My breasts heave free. He drops down and immediately sucks on one, then the other. His tongue darts in and out, flicking my nipples. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, consumed by the wonderful sensations.

James is on his knees. I hook my arms out of the straps of my top and let it fall to the floor. It pools around my feet. James lifts one foot and helps me out of my heel. He does the same to the other, so that I’m standing there in just my jeans, while he—again—is fully dressed.

“You like getting me naked first, don’t you?” I breathe.

“Oh yes.” His hands run up my legs and he cups my ass. He looks up at me as his fingers come around my waist. He undoes the button holding my jeans together. He tugs them down but leaves my panties on. “These lips,” he murmurs, pressing two fingers delicately into me so that I moan, “are the ones that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.”

He shimmies up and kisses the spot, eliciting another needy moan from me. He can see that I’m wet and how much I need him.

His thumb dips inside, and he fingers my clit. A spasm takes me. I shudder toward him.

“Oh Celeste,” he says, circling me now. “I’ve dreamt about tasting your pussy again for a very, very long time. The first time I saw you in class…” He curls his fingers in the string of my panties and pulls them down so I’m fully exposed to him. “…do you know what I thought about?”

He breaks off and looks at me. His delicious, green eyes shine into mine. His hands have my panties halfway down my legs. “Do you, Celeste?”

I shake my head and swallow. I’m trembling with need. “No,” I gasp.

“I thought about the exact way I’m going to make you come next,” he says, and latches his mouth onto me.

A moan explodes from my lips as his mouth envelopes my pussy. His tongue runs up and down the folds, teasing me, tasting me, enticing me with its touch.

Waves of exquisite pleasure spiral through me. I gasp and moan as his hands clutch my ass and he pulls me closer into him. His tongue is greedy, sure, and oh-so-skilled. I lose myself to the sensations he elicits, to the pure bliss of the pleasure he brings.

One of my hands goes flat against the window while the other one grasps at his hair. He makes a sound, like a mix between a growl and a roar, and pushes his head into me.

Then his fingers join in. He spreads me wide and licks up the opening. I gasp. He dips two in, through my wetness, through the moisture, and starts working on that precise spot inside me.

I can’t take it. My legs are shaking, and my body is completely consumed by the pleasure he brings. It’s so good. It’s so very, very good. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been touched like this—never, I don’t think, not with Brad, not with any of the nameless hookups.

I know that I’ve
never
been so vulnerable to a nearly-complete stranger.

His fingers twist and stroke and curl, all the while his tongue continues to lap at my clit. I feel the oncoming orgasm in the distance.

“Don’t stop!” I beg, clutching his head to me. “Dear God, oh, yes! Yes, go faster!”

He complies, doubling his speed and intensity until the first hit of waves overtakes me. I cry out and come, with his mouth pressed to me. I come and let the climax wash over all the hidden doubts, inadequacies, and secret flaws I’ve been harboring since Brad.

When I return I’m shaking. Trembling. My legs are weak, and my body aches. James licks up my folds one more time, eliciting one extra fucking shiver. I look down at him, past my swollen breasts, past my hardened nipples, and meet his hungry eyes.

He’s not done yet. Oh no, I can tell that he’s just getting started.

I give him a drowsy, loopy smile. I sag against the cold glass window –and then come to with a start, realizing that anybody outside… anybody at all… can simply turn their head and see.

“Don’t worry,” James says. He stands, and as he does, trails his hands from my leg, up over my enflamed pussy, along the flesh of my belly, and up the midline of my breasts. He taps the glass. “It’s one-way. You’re in complete privacy with me.”

His fingers come to a rest on my lips. His eyes focus on me, and he regards me with an animalistic purpose. “Taste yourself,” he commands.

I part my lips oh-so-slightly and let him dip his finger in. I suck my own juices off as he pulls his hand from my mouth. He brings them to his own lips, and licks those very same fingers. “Delicious,” he whispers, holding me spellbound with his gaze. “You have no equal, truly.”

I scoff, prompting him to chuckle. “You think I joke? How many women do you think have seen the inside of my apartment?”

The question makes me freeze. It is
not
something I want to think about.

“Enough,” I say brusquely, and push away from the glass to advance onto him. I sway my hips side to side, feeling deliciously sexy, feeling desired, feeling empowered, feeling
alive
.

I can see the large bulge in his pants for me. I lick my lips, hungry for his cock. He went down on me… he undressed me…

It’s time to return the favor.

I grab him by the lapels of his jacket. I pull him to me and kiss him hard. I roll my hips against his erection. He moans as I tease him through the fabric. The soft cotton feels as rough as steel wool against my hypersensitive skin.

He breaks away with a gasp. His hands come on my ass. He squeezes and then tugs me up. I take the hint and jump onto him, wrapping both legs around his waist.

And then we’re kissing again, and he’s consumed me. I am utterly and completely in his thrall. Vaguely, I feel us moving—him carrying me somewhere. I do not pay attention where. I cannot. The kiss is too important, his strength is too astounding. My mind is consumed and owned and is about to be obliterated by this spectacular man.

He drops me. I fall. I land on something soft, plush, cushiony—a bed. I look around. We’re in an enormous bedroom, with the lights from the city of Chicago shining up at us through the open window.

A glimpse is all I get, because at that moment, James pounces. My legs curl up and around his waist yet again. My hands search for his belt. I find the buckle, struggling for a second as it catches, but then manage to get it off.

He strips out of his jacket. I unbutton his pants and reach inside and feel… him.

Holy shit his dick feels enormous
. My hand runs along its length, pressing against him, exploring every vital, rigid contour. My exploration earns me a moan from him. I bite my lip and take firmer hold of his cock.

I start to stroke him. He peels off his shirt. The light from outside accents the hard lines of his body. His shoulders look absolutely delicious. Those are some shoulders I can really sink my teeth into.

“You like holding my cock in your hand?” he whispers, right above me. “You enjoy knowing how hard you get me, enjoy feeling my desire for you?” He pulses his hips back and forth so he slides through my fisted hand. “You like moaning for me, Celeste? You like when I make you come?”

“Yes,” I say, emboldened by his words. I start stroking him faster. Harder.

He leans into me so his hard chest presses against my breasts. The heat of his body clashes with mine. Together, we make a fiery inferno.

“I
love
making you come,” he tells me. He lifts his head so he can look straight into my eyes. “Next time I see you in class, Celeste, you know what I’ll be thinking?” He lowers his head and sucks on my breast. “I’ll be thinking about tonight… and our next night… and the times I’ve made you come, and all the times you exploded for me on my fingertips, the glorious sounds of your orgasm, the way your whole body shakes and your legs quiver when you’re climaxing right on top of me!”

And he grabs me by the waist and turns us over, so that I’m straddling him, his heavy cock full and erect right at my very entrance…