Unmasked (Revealed #1) (7 page)

Oh God. He was caressing me – on purpose, this time – and I was doing nothing whatsoever to stop him. Stroking his thumb over my knuckles, he smiled, an expression which was almost as breathtaking as the tingling sparks shooting over my skin.

‘You have very soft hands for a cleaner.’ His bizarre observation brought me back to the present as I laughed softly and shook my head.

‘I’m not a cleaner, I’m a schoolteacher. Sarah’s my best friend, she runs the cleaning business and needed someone to cover this shift. Seeing as I was on school holidays I got lumbered with it.’

Perhaps it was my phrasing, or the fact that I was getting too chatty, but the god – uh, I mean man – stared at me intently for a few more seconds, the smile fading from his lips before he practically snatched the mug from me and turned his attention back to his laptop and the bank of screens on his desk, all traces of friendliness vanished.

‘Thanks,’ he murmured sullenly, not a hint of genuine appreciation in his tone. He really was a grumpy bastard, wasn’t he?

As I trailed towards the door it became obvious why he was wearing the jumper; his office was freezing. A small shiver shook my body, so I pulled mine closer around me and decided to head to my room to read in bed and warm up. It wasn’t exactly like there was anything else to do, was there?

‘Allie, stop. Come over here,’ he whispered behind me just as I had reached the door. It was more a statement than a request, and beyond all logical reasoning I found myself turning back into the room and instinctively walking towards him.

Once I got closer I felt awkward about how easily I had bent to his will, and didn’t quite know what to do with myself, so I leaned my hips on his desk, hugely aware of the way he was watching my every move with those intense blue eyes of his.

Several silent seconds passed with no actions, and in the absence of conversation I crossed my arms for something to distract me from the charged static that seemed to hang around us. The sexual tension was like treacle – at least that’s how it seemed to me, anyway. God knows what he thought, because apart from a brief stroke of my hand just now, he’d given away nothing since I’d met him except moodiness.

‘Do you know who I am?’ he asked quietly, causing me to blush instantly. How embarrassing; I’d spent two nights in his house and hadn’t even bothered to find out his name. But then again, what kind of host was he to allow me to stay and not introduce himself properly? A grouchy, miserable host, that’s what, I thought with a barely supressed snort.

‘No, Sarah didn’t mention your name,’ I mumbled, to which he merely nodded thoughtfully at my response. ‘You look vaguely familiar, but I can’t place where from,’ I added, voicing my own earlier thoughts. ‘Have we met before?’

A frown creased my brows as I considered him again. He definitely looked a fair few years older than me, but perhaps I went to school with him? Maybe he was one of the college guys I’d been pathetically gazing at in the canteen with hormonal longing back in my teenage days of braces and bunches.

‘No. We’ve not met before.’ His response was immediate and his tone so brusque it immediately ended the conversation right there. Deep down, I already knew that if we had crossed paths before I would have remembered someone this attractive. I had a feeling that even after just these few days, he wouldn’t be an easy man for me to forget, either.

After his question I had expected him to share his name, so I was caught completely off-guard when he instead swivelled his chair, took a firm grip on my hips, and guided me sideways so I was leaning back on the desk directly in front of him.

God Lord, I was practically nestled between his spread thighs. In fact, if he just shifted forwards a few centimetres then my knees would be getting incredibly friendly with his groin.

A small gasp of shock escaped my lips, partly from his unexpected actions but also from the fire that leapt across my skin where his hands still lightly rested on my hips. Even through my jeans, it felt as if his touch was searing my skin and I instantly found my hands clinging to the edge of the desk until my knuckles ached.

‘W … what are you doing?’ I whispered raggedly, my breathing short and sharp from his sudden contact – not to mention, close proximity. I was too shocked to want to know the answer, but also too intrigued to consider moving away.

In one fluid movement, he stood up and stepped even closer to me then, using one of his thighs to part my knees, he positioned himself right in between my legs, well and truly within my personal space so that our bodies were just millimetres apart.

Talk about up close and personal.

I gulped loudly, so loudly that I saw the corner of his mouth tweak in a smug smile, looking positively satisfied with my physical response to him. What a smooth mover. Not to mention arrogant. ‘You were shivering, gorgeous girl, I thought I’d warm you up,’ he murmured, before one of his hands rose and slid into my hair as his lips descended on mine, crushing my mouth as he held me immobile with a gentle grip by my nape.

Gorgeous girl.
His bizarre turn of phrase rang in my head as my lips parted and a lusty moan escaped my throat. Rational thought told me I shouldn’t respond to his kiss; I’d only just met him and I didn’t even know his name, but I simply couldn’t help myself. For whatever reason – be it chemistry, magnetism, or just plain old lust – this man attracted me like no other I’d ever met, and my body’s response was immediate as I joined in his kiss and reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders, where I dug into his jumper and pulled him closer.

My heated reaction seemed to please him because I heard a growl of approval shortly before the hand on my hip slid around behind me to grasp my bum. His grip was hard, almost firm enough to hurt, but the possessiveness in his touch was actually quite thrilling. In seconds, he had pulled me forward until the heat and heaviness of his growing erection was pressing against my stomach, causing both of us to let out heated moans of pleasure into each other’s mouths.

This man was an incredible kisser. Actually, forget that, this man was incredible,
full stop
. Everything about him screamed experience, and after just a few seconds of his touch he had my whole body alight with arousal. I literally couldn’t get enough and arched myself against him, feeling totally alive for the first time in years. He seemed to ignite my body, and my desperate, almost primal response surprised even myself, as I keenly allowed his hands to explore before reciprocating with curious exploratory touches of my own.

Before I even realised what was happening he had gripped the hem of my jumper and T-shirt and pulled them over my head to expose my lacy bra. ‘Bloody clothes are still damp. For the love of God, woman, stop being stubborn and wear the ones I gave you,’ he muttered hotly before tossing the garment aside. ‘Understand?’ He was aroused, pressed between my legs, and stripping me of my clothing and he actually expected me to converse with him? Really? I only managed a husky, ‘OK,’ which thankfully seemed to satisfy him.

Letting out a groan, his head dipped to explore one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra, causing me to let out a high keening noise. God, was that me? It sounded more like a distressed piglet, which made me blush with embarrassment and hastily close my lips. I really wasn’t myself around this man – it was like he had consumed the normal me within seconds and left behind a wild shell of my old self. My embarrassment was soon forgotten, when seconds later he used his tongue to skim and lick at my needy flesh through the lace, an act that was so erotic that my head began to swim with lust.

The nipple getting his attention tightened almost painfully and I wiggled in his embrace to try and press it more firmly into his mouth. His response was immediate, as he used his teeth to tug on the bud, pulling it and causing me to let out a garbled moan and grip at his muscular shoulders for support. Quite frankly, I was so aroused by this point that he could rip the bra clean off with his teeth and I wouldn’t care.

After driving me almost insane with need, his hot mouth diverted its attention to my other breast, trailing wet kisses across my chest and leaving goose pimples in his wake as I shivered and trembled with need below his mouth. His free hand traced a path down across my flat abdomen, sending tremors of pleasure radiating across my now overheated skin. His hand gently began to push inside the waistband of my jeans, and then seconds later I let out another cry of pleasure as his fingers trailed through the hair there and then made their first contact with my swollen clit.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was completely out of character for me, but as soon as his fingers found my sensitive clitoris and began their slick, wondrous circling I knew I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. This just felt right, not to mention really,
really
good. He might be a miserable, nameless bastard, but he certainly knew how to flick my buttons, and right now the sensations ripping through my body were too all-consuming for me to care about anything else.

Raising his lips to claim mine in another furious kiss, his tongue lashed and lapped at mine as his dextrous fingers went to work on the buttons of my jeans. Doing my best not to be entirely consumed by him, I kissed him back with everything I had, my fingers now clutching at the soft, silky hair at the nape of his neck until I was practically pulling it out in a frenzy. My jeans were undone in a flash, before he pushed his hand back inside my underwear and ran a finger firmly down the slit of skin between my legs. He caught my moan of pleasure with his lips, swallowing it in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his free arm tightened around me possessively and dragged me even closer.

‘You’re so fucking wet for me, Allie,’ he murmured hotly in my ear, but there was no point getting embarrassed about it, or trying to deny it, because it was true – and the crazy thing was, his dirty words just seemed to cause even more wetness between my legs.

Pasting a trail of kisses across my collarbone he began to rise away from me, and my body instantly missed his heat as he stared down at me.

‘Take off your jeans,’ he instructed quietly, as he stepped back and removed his jumper and shirt in one fluid tug to reveal that beautiful chest again. A happy sigh left my lips as I soaked up the perfection now standing before me. His hair was ruffled from its journey through his clothing, his face intent and flushed, and his chest was just … simply the most tempting thing I had ever seen in my life – muscular, but not overly so, with that covering of soft, dark hair I wanted to run my hands across.

Stalling in my need to touch him, I didn’t hesitate to follow his lead as my trembling hands managed to push the material of my jeans down my legs before I kicked them off and they lay on top of his discarded shirt on the floor.

He gave an approving nod and stepped toward me again as he used his jean clad thigh to wedge himself back between my legs. Pressing his chest to mine, he lowered his mouth to the crook of my neck, where he began kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, and of course, like the virtual slave to him that I was, I tilted my head to give him better access. This was heavenly. Sliding an arm around his neck, I trailed my nails across the solid warmth of his back muscles appreciatively as I let out another strange lusty noise that sounded so alien to me, but seemed to occur with increasingly regularity when this man was around.

Intent on kissing him, I decided to drag his head up to mine, but as my hands threaded into his hair he straightened up with a purposeful look in his eye that swiftly stopped me in my tracks. Slowly reaching up, he linked his fingers through mine, then pulled our joined hands down until they were pressed on the desk just behind me. Placing one short, swift kiss on my lips he then unlinked his hands from mine and placed them on my hips, pushing me backwards so I was sitting more fully on the edge of the desk, then opened out my thighs before lowering himself to kneel in front of me. There was no time to feel embarrassed about what he was about to do, because no sooner had I realised his intentions, he had parted my knees with his large hands and promptly buried his face between my legs.

OK, so there was no hesitancy or gentle introductions; he had literally dived between my legs and begun exploring with his mouth as I gasped and writhed under his passionate touch. My head rolled backwards as the warmth of his breath touched my sensitive flesh through the thin material of my panties before I felt his tongue returning to tease me, this time pushing against my opening with strong, warm movements.

‘I have to taste you properly,’ he muttered, sounding irritated by the presence of my underwear. Sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs he pushed my legs even further apart, and then with one deft flick of his thumb this magnetic man had pushed aside my knickers and preceded to run his tongue the entire length of my slit. The stretched position of my hips was immediately forgotten as I squeezed my eyes shut from the pleasure, lolled my head, and clenched my lips closed to try and avoid any more embarrassing noises escaping.

My hands desperately thrashed further behind me to prop up my sagging body as he used his tongue to lap and tease my opening, and then he worked his way higher, circling my sensitive clitoris and causing me to push myself forwards to increase the pressure. His murmur of approval caused ripples of desire to rush across my skin and then, with no warning, he gripped my hips and plunged his tongue inside me.

This time there was no hiding the yelp of pleasure that escaped my lips as his thumb circled my clit and he thrust his tongue inside me again and again, sending me spiralling towards a dizzying peak so quickly that I could barely keep up. Shifting his position slightly, he moved his tongue to my throbbing clit before thrusting two fingers deep inside me, causing my hips to buck as I cried out below him. This man certainly didn’t lack confidence or ability, that was for sure. Giving me no time to adjust to his thick digits he started a rapid, hard rhythm, curving his fingers so they immediately managed to zero in on my G-spot.