Waiting for Love ((Waiting) Book 2) (4 page)

“Okay chickie, it’s time to get to work. Why don’t you start out with handing out appetizers, they’re much easier to maneuver than balancing the champagne trays?”

“Yes, thank you for having mercy on me and my uncoordinated self.”

“I’ve always got your back Shelb.” Hailey gives me a fist bump and a wink before I follow her to the kitchen to get a tray of hors d'oeuvres. She grabs a circular champagne filled tray before walking down a long hallway toward the front of the house, where the party is being held. These older houses have nooks and crannies and chopped up rooms. They don’t have the flowing open floor plans that make entertaining easy. I’m going to have to make sure that I make my way through all these spaces so I don’t miss any guests that might be looking for a quieter atmosphere. We start out in the large living room that’s located to the left of the main entryway. It’s decorated with an eclectic mix of new and antique items. There’s a brown leather sectional, covered in brightly colored pillows and it provides the majority of the seating in the room. There’s a large brick fireplace with floral patterned slipper chairs, flanking either side of it. The end tables look like authentic antiques that could’ve been here in this house for the last two hundred years. The glass lamps that top them are also antiques but not that old as they’re wired for electricity. There are people standing around at different intervals and some seated on the comfortable looking couch. I make sure I offer the bite size samples to all before moving on to the next room, which is directly across from this one. It’s smaller in size and looks like it may be used as a theater room. The furniture is more laid back and there’s a large television mounted on the wall. The shelves of a corner cabinet are filled with DVD's and there’s a large bookcase situated on an adjacent wall, and it’s overflowing with well-read books. If I weren't working this event, I would love to take my time lingering over the various titles. I stare at the shelves longingly before making my way to the next person.

      “Would you like an appetizer?” I ask as I approach the man standing to the side of the bookcase. He turns his head, locking eyes with me and I gasp out loud. Of course, it’s Professor Fucking Hanlon.
Fuck my life.
I hear Hailey’s voice in my head telling me he’s just like every other man and I decide to act as if he doesn’t bother me at all.

      “Hello Professor, would you like an appetizer?” I don’t smile at him...I keep my face as blank and expression free as I can manage, which is no small task for someone as naturally animated as I am. Our eyes are locked together and I can’t seem to look away. It’s as if I’m being compelled against my will.
Compelled, really? This isn’t Harry freaking Potter.

“Yes Shelby, I would,” He answers me, the timbre of his voice is so deep that it sends vibrations down my spine causing goosebumps to erupt all over me. Even my nipples have pebbled as a result and I can only hope that the black vest I borrowed from Hailey is keeping that fact well hidden from him. He reaches his hand toward the tray and it’s as if it’s happening in slow motion. It’s as though time has somehow slowed down and every millisecond in his company is magnified a thousand times. His hand brushes mine as he chooses the bacon wrapped scallop that’s located closest to where my fingers are holding the tray and it sends tingling electrical pulses radiating up my arm. He raises the bite size morsel to his mouth and encloses it between his lips before pulling the now empty toothpick out. He reaches down and lifts another from the tray, raising it to my lips. He holds it in front of my mouth, waiting for me to try it. I shake my head at him and make my eyes open wide. I don’t like seafood and even though I love bacon, I can’t bring myself to eat it.

“Take it. Put it in your mouth.” He orders me, pressing the appetizer to my lips. My eyes grow impossibly wider at the words he just said. He makes the simplest thing seem sexual in nature. I don’t know if that’s his intention or just a unique talent he has, but I act as though it didn’t happen. I once again shake my head no and lean back away from the scallop he’s holding near my lips.

“I don’t eat seafood.” I finally tell him as I curl my upper lip with repugnance. He leans forward almost to the point of making contact with my lips and closes his mouth around the bacon wrapped bite, before pulling out the now clean toothpick.

“Mmm,” he groans out in pleasure as he chews. He leans forward toward me, close enough that his lips are now touching my ear as he whispers.

“If you don’t try new things, how do you know you won’t like them?” My body seizes up as if I’m frozen solid and I can’t move from where I’m standing. It isn’t until his tongue makes contact with the area behind my ear, that I gain some composure and walk away. I head across the Persian rug covered floor to a small group of people that are conversing and hold the tray out for them to take samples from. As soon as I can, I escape from that room and there’s no way in hell I’m going back in there as long as I know he’s here. I place my tray down in the hall, stepping into the small powder room for a moment to gather my thoughts. He makes me lose all sense of reason and I swear my brain freezes up until I’m incapable of thinking. He does some weird voodoo mind trick on me that makes me his obedient little puppet that he can do whatever he wants to. It’s extremely frustrating and it needs to stop.
Pull yourself together.
 

      As I come out of the bathroom and turn to close the door, my hand is suddenly grabbed.  Before I can even make a single sound of protest, I’m being pulled up the nearby staircase by none other than, Professor Hanlon.

“What are you doing? Let me go.” I whisper-yell at him because I can’t actually yell at him unless I want the dean and everyone else to notice what’s going on. He doesn’t answer me; he just keeps climbing the stairs until we reach the top landing. At that point, I’m being tugged behind him, down a long hallway. He opens the final bedroom door on the right, pulling me inside, before closing us both in. The room is cast in shadows from the street lights glare that’s shining in the window. I immediately reach for the handle but the knob is locked and he has the skeleton key hidden on his person somewhere. I’m most certainly not going to pat him down to find it. He turns me around so my back is now against the cold wooden door before taking hold of both my hands. He raises my arms above my head and pushes them back, resting my knuckles against the wood.

“Don’t move your hands, Shelby,” He orders in a commanding tone, sending shivers from the top of my head, all the way down to my suddenly drenched panties. He inches forward until our bodies are as close as possible and it’s causing a tingling sensation between my legs. My breath leaves me in a nervous gasp as one of his hands touches my outer thigh.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He whispers huskily and the heat from his breath against my ear has me tipping my head back. He brushes my lobe with his lips and then nuzzles his nose against mine, locking his hazel eyes on me. He teases my lips with his, agonizingly slow, once, twice and finally a third time, before lightly holding them on mine. He’s not kissing me, he’s barely making contact with my lips at all, but just the hint of pressure and heat from his mouth is making me dripping wet with desire for him.

“These lips are mine, Shelby. They belong to me and only me.” One of his hands grips my thigh and the other hand undoes my French twist. He throws the clip to the side and it noisily clatters to the floor. His free hand slips into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging my head back so it’s angled up at him. He roughly takes control of my mouth with his own, sliding his tongue inside to taunt and tease mine before he nips at my lips. I can’t keep up with all that he’s doing to me and I’m drowning in a sensual overload as he continues devouring my mouth
. Oh God, I’ve never been so consumed by a kiss and I never want it to end.

      “I can’t get enough of your mouth. I dream about these lips.” He whispers as he bites and nibbles on them some more making me moan. “I want them wet and shiny, wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh God,” I pant, out of breath at the thought of him in my mouth. I want to feel him against my tongue, hot, thick and on the edge...ready to explode.

“I want to touch you. Please.” I murmur against his lips as he continues to toy with mine. He moves his mouth to my neck where he continues placing biting kisses down the left side of it. The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much for me to bear.

“You can touch me now,” He growls against my neck as my hands immediately tangle in his thick, caramel locks. His hands begin to roam over my hips and down to cup my ass, pulling our pelvises together and I can feel his hard length against me. He connects our mouths again, his tongue sliding in to explore every single crevice of mine. His hand slowly slides my thong over and he slips two fingers inside me. I moan into his mouth as I let him continue to touch me, all thoughts of staying away from him and all sense of reason has now fled. I push my hips forward, grinding against his hand as he adds his thumb to the mix. He slowly begins circling just where I want him to and the pressure he’s applying is borderline painful and it’s almost unbearable.

“I…can’t...take...anymore.” I gasp out. “Stop...please...too... much.”

“Hold on to me doll…hold on tight.” He growls in my ear as he continues to torture me with his strong fingers. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on to him as tight as I can when my body is wracked by the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I bite down on his shoulder through his dress shirt and dig my nails into the tops of his shoulders as I ride out the almost painful wave of pleasure that has engulfed me. I shake and buck and my legs suddenly feel like jelly, forcing Professor Hanlon to hold me up. My breathing is labored and I try to slow it down. He removes his hand from my panties and brings his fingers to his mouth, sensually sliding them between his lips.

“Mmm, I knew you’d be delicious.” My knees are still quaking and my legs are still unsteady as I come down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I can’t believe I just let him finger bang me up against a door.
Unfucking real.
I seriously need my head examined. I push against his chest with both of my hands in hopes of regaining some space between us, but he doesn’t budge.

“Professor, please move.” I push against his chest once more. He gazes deep into my eyes and in the dim lighting of the room, I still feel like he’s hypnotizing me with his hazel irises.

“Shelby,” he pauses as he runs his index finger down my nose. “My first name is Garrett. That’s the name you’ll be screaming out the next time I make you come.”

Chapter Four

Late September 2012

     It’s now Wednesday, three days since I let Professor Hanlon finger me at the faculty party.
Gah.
I skipped his class on Monday because I was too humiliated to face him and now, even after a few more days have passed, I’m still inwardly cringing. It’s like a poltergeist took possession of my body and let him do unspeakable things to me. I clearly wasn’t in my right mind. I can’t stand him so why would I let him have his way with me? If I didn’t need these English credits, I would’ve dropped his class like a hot potato by now. Since I do need this particular course, I had Jeff give me copies of his notes so I was able to write the paper that he assigned while I was out. Ironically, the assignment was to write a five-hundred-word essay on the last time you were surprised. Since I couldn’t write about my surprising orgasm on Sunday night, I instead wrote about the surprise party that Hailey threw me for my twenty-first birthday. It was a pretty easy paper for me since it’s so short.

***

     I’m absolutely sick to my stomach as I walk down the hall toward Professor Hanlon’s classroom. Jeff was nowhere in sight when I pulled up so I’m trying to blend in with a group of girls that are in my class. I try to stay to the right side of the group as we pass through the doorway and head toward the seats in the back of the room. Jeff is waiting at a table for me with a coffee and a smile on his face. I drop into the chair next to him with a groan and lean my head on his tee shirt clad shoulder.

“You don’t know how much I love you for getting me this coffee. I may actually survive this class now.” I look up at him and smile. He leans down and kisses me on my forehead.

“I’m glad I can help out. Are you feeling better this morning?” He asks me, his tone reflecting his concern.

“Yes, much better. I think it was just a little twenty-four-hour bug.” I hate lying to him but I have no choice. It’s not like I can fill him in on the real reason why I didn’t want to come to class on Monday.

    The class itself passes without a hitch and just when I think I’m home free, I hear Professor Hanlon call my name.

“Shelby, can I have a word with you, please?” I groan out loud and drop my head on my desk, not caring that he’s probably observing my reaction. Jeff pats me on the back, trying to reassure me before he rises from his chair.

“I’ll text you later Shelb. Maybe we can get together tonight?”

“Okay,” I mumble as I pick my head up from the desk and look at Professor Hanlon to see what he’s doing. Of course, the prick is looking right at me. I scowl at him as I stand, before slowly lifting my backpack from the floor. As I leisurely make my way to the front of the room, where he’s resting against the front edge of his desk, I drag my feet as if I’m heading to my death sentence and it sure feels as though I am. Being involved with him in any way cannot end well for me. The words “I need to keep my distance” are repeating like a song lyric in my brain, over and over again.

     I come to a stop when I’m about five feet in front of him. I’m fearful to get any closer because he’s all arms, like an octopus and always looking for an opportunity to get ahold of me. I wait patiently for him to address whatever he needs to. Some people are uncomfortable during quiet moments and will say anything to try and fill up the empty space. I’m not one of those people. I enjoy silence, especially when it involves Professor Hanlon. Silence wins out every time over anything he needs to say.

    “Where were you on Monday? Why weren’t you in class?” I can’t believe he’s even asking me this. The balls on this guy.

“I was in my bed contemplating suicide. It seemed like a viable option after the horrible night I had on Sunday.”

“Shelby, Shelby, what am I going to do with you and that sarcastic mouth of yours? Do you have any ideas? I know I do.” He winks at me and I literally want to punch him in the face. He makes me have violent thoughts...thoughts of doing him bodily harm. I’ve never fantasized about inflicting pain on someone before, but in this case, I think I could really enjoy it, maybe even get off on it.   

     “Is that all professor? I need to get to my next class now.” I bat my eyelashes at him in a mock innocent manner and wait for him to excuse me.

“That’s all Shelby.” I turn and start to make my way toward the door.

“For now.” It’s only two words but the message that he isn’t done with me comes across crystal clear. I try not to visibly shudder and show him the power his words have over me as I exit the room. Once I’m out of his sight, I rest my head back against the wall in the hallway and take a few deep breaths. As shook as I am, this goes down as a win for me in the record books. He didn’t touch me and I was able to keep my distance which is a huge step in the right direction. I’ll take whatever victories I can get where he’s concerned.

***

     Jeff invited me over to his apartment so he could help me with my math homework. It didn’t take very long to complete it, so I decided we needed some sexy time to take my mind off of Professor Hanlon. It. Didn’t. Work. I’m still thinking about him and the giant orgasm he gave me. Don’t get me wrong, sex with Jeff is hot and I always enjoy it. Tonight was no exception, but now after we’re done and I’m home laying in my own bed, I keep replaying what happened on Sunday night. I wish I could make it stop. I don’t want to be having these thoughts about him. It feels unfair to Jeff to be thinking about someone else so soon after being intimate with him; even if we only have a friends with benefits arrangement. I don’t want to be having these images in my head of Professor Hanlon caressing my body.