Page 55 of My Forbidden Professor

I reach up, cup his cheek, my thumb caching on the stubble on his jaw. “Nothing makes sense without you, Jacob.”

His breath hitches, eyes searching mine. Refusal is on his lips. Words I need to silence. I lean up, touching my lips to his. His hands drop to my hip. He moans, his hips jerk and he thrusts against me, his erection dragging against my hip. I cover my smile. He’s as affected by me as I am by him but he’s trying to hold himself back.

Stubborn, stubborn man.

I slowly part my lips and drag my tongue along the seam as his mouth opens. The air we breathe mixes. I hang there, barely touching him. Teasing him. Arousal crackles in my blood, urging me to do more, but I hold back. Barely.

“Steph...” His voice cracks on my name, a desperate plea and a prayer all in one.

Slowly, incrementally, I feel the rigid tension start to drain from his body. His fingers tighten and a tremor runs through his body. He tilts his face, our lips lingering against each other.

“We’ll get through this and we won’t have to hide any more, Jacob,” I say.

His hands trail up my sides, along my biceps, thread through my hair as his palms cup my cheeks.

“I don’t deserve you.” He rests his forehead against mine. “But God help me, I can’t walk away. Not again. Never again.”

He pulls me against him as if on the edge of control. I gasp as he grinds his cock against me and he takes that moment to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. One filled with heat, with longing, with our simmering connection. Everything fades. The apartment, New York, the world, Marcus, Daniel and everything else that stands in our way.

In this moment there’s nothing but us. Here. Now.

He groans, tongue swiping against mine. He lets go of my face to grip my thighs and lifts me with the strength of his body. I wrap my arms about his neck, cling to him. I lock my legs around his waist and grind my heat against his hard shaft.

The world’s axis tilts and finally everything slots together in a perfect way.

Jacob is my drug of choice. I’m ruined for anything else.

Not that I want anyone but him.

“Your bedroom,” Jacob demands.

I kiss him and point down to the hallway through the living area. The lights of New York glimmer past the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view is exquisite, worth every penny of the apartment’s astronomical price tag and the reason my father maintains a residence on this exclusive, high-security level. But I’m blind to its beauty. I’ve never been more thankful for Dad and Adeline to be on their honeymoon.

Then I forget everything as he carries me through the living area. I point to my room and we stumble inside. He spins, pressing me to the wall, grinding himself into me. My head falls back, mouth open, panting hard. He breaks our kiss. Trailing his lips over my jaw and sucking on my tender flesh while he tugs my T-shirt up and skims his hands up my sides to capture my breasts. He kneads my tender flesh but he suddenly snarls and breaks away.

“Off. I need you bare.” His voice is filled with raw need.

It takes me half a second to gather any thought and when I do, he’s already pushing my T-shirt over my head. His fingers coast along my back and before I know it, my bra is loose. He pulls it off as though it offends him and then his hands tease me, massage me. He bends his head, sucking first one breast into his mouth almost painfully while he massages the other. He swaps to my other breast, and my skin puckers in the cool air that hits the hot path of his lips.

I pant, cling to him and feel.

Oh God. Yes. This. I need this. Him.

I jolt when he nips my nipple and my underwear floods with my arousal. I’m wet. So wet that moisture coats my thighs.

His fingers wrap under my thigh and drag along my core. He groans when he discovers how wet I am. How I’ve destroyed my clothing. He grips my leggings at the back and tries to work them down, but the position is wrong.

I drop my legs and stand but my legs don’t support me. I sway as he peels my leggings off my body, taking my underwear off at the same time. He drops to his knees. I lift each foot and he tosses my clothing behind him somewhere.

His gaze travels up my legs and stops at the juncture of my thighs. His nostrils flare. His hands lift, shaking as he lays them on my thighs. His fingertips dent my flesh. Both thumbs stroke up along my inner thighs. High and higher. I jump when they brush my damp lips, swollen with my need.

His eyes jump to mine. His pupils are dilated, leaving only a small rim of bright blue around the edge. He holds my gaze and leans toward me. Slowly. So slowly I begin to fidget. His fingers firm and he stops moving until I still.

My clit throbs with each heartbeat. His breath wafts over my bare mound driving me crazy. Every little thing about this drives me crazy. I watch, spellbound, chest heaving, arousal dripping down my thighs as he continues his journey toward me. His tongue appears and he swipes a long, hot, wet path along my seam, coating his mouth with my essence.

He swallows and licks his lips. So. Hot. “Hmmm. Delicious.”

He slides his palms behind my thighs, urging them apart. His gaze dips back down to my exposed core. He draws in a deep breath as if filling his lungs with the scent of my arousal.

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