“Who said I was attracted to you?” she squeaked. He’d inched closer to her during their entire conversation; Cayla’s backwards escaped was thwarted when her butt hit the edge of his desk. Her expression mirrored what he already knew – she was trapped between him and the desk.
“Your eyes, the way you look at me says a lot. Your body…” He wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck and his thumb rested over her pulse. Her surprised gasp left her lips slightly parted, the matte lip-gloss lightly tinted her full lips. He ached to kiss her; instead, he licked his lips and continued. “Your heartbeat has accelerated, your breathing is shallow, and your lips are parted.”
He smiled when she clamped them together.
“Dex…I’m…what are you doing?”
Dex was already three buttons down when she asked. The tiny button – number four – slipped away from its latch.
“Opening your shirt. I want to see you.” Five. Six.
“I didn’t give you permission.” She tried to sound more stern than aroused. Seven. Eight.
“So, tell me to stop, Cayla.” His voice was husky, and his cock pressed against his slacks.
She opened her mouth and closed it again, but nothing came out. Nine. Ten.
Dex slid the shirt open further to view his prize.
“Oh, Cayla,” he moaned.
Her golden breasts were encased in a black, lace bra. Her toned torso dipped into tight pants. Each breath she took drew him back to the twin mounds waiting to be tasted, but his curiosity for another part of her pushed him further. His fingers etched her breasts as both hands slid down the lace. His thumbs traced her belly down to the waist of her jeans. His fingers expertly unbuttoned them.
“Wha…” she started. He pulled down the zipper. His eyes rested on matching lace. He throbbed with lust. She whimpered when his thumb slowly followed the vertical path between her belly button and the top of her panties. Up. Down. Up. Down.
“If you don’t want me, tell me,” he whispered. Up. Down. “Or, you can admit you want me.” Defiance flashed in her eyes.
“I don’t want you.” Dex was sure she didn’t believe herself any more than he did. This time his thumb slipped beneath the lace and stopped just above her slit then back up. Smooth, just as he’d imagined.
“Make it believable, honey. Look me in my eyes and tell me that you don’t want to kiss me again. That you haven’t thought of things you want me to do to you.” He used his knee to open her thighs wider and moved his hand down to cup her over the material of her jeans. “That you don’t want my fingers, tongue, and cock right here.” He patted the area for emphasis.
Dex pushed her until she was sitting on the edge of his desk and positioned himself between her thighs. He ran his hands up the smooth skin on her sides, stopping just beneath the cups of her bra. His heart was beating just as fast as hers. Everything he’d wanted for the last few months was right in front of him. He knew it was a risk to keep goading her, but he needed to shock her out of denial.
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and challenged. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
He held his breath when she looked him in the eyes. He half expected to her to push him away and silently prayed that she didn’t. She studied his face, mainly his lips, before their eyes met. Her hazel eyes brimmed with lust.
“Hmm…”
Cayla’s hum was so soft that anyone would have ignored her any other time. But not Dex, and not at such a pivotal moment. That small, soft, almost undetectable sound made his blood thick with desire and the dam holding him back broke.
He crashed his lips against hers, claiming the sequel of the moment that constantly replayed in his head. The exploration of the first kiss was gone. Instead, greedy, lip nipping, tongue sucking, moan producing kisses powered their tongued tango. Cayla gave as good as she got. Her nails dug into his biceps making him imagine them all over his body. His erection begged to be released. They both moaned when their centers rubbed against each other. His fingers wove into the silky strands of hair at the base of her skull and pulled her head back. A soft gasp escaped her lips, then she moaned when he devoured her throat.
Her fingers found his head and pulled him closer, urging him to give her more pleasure. He obliged, then unsnapped her bra, and rested his hands on her back. Dex was so turned on that even the material of her shirt rubbing against the back of his knuckles was fucking erotic. Within seconds, he had her shirt and bra on his desk and pulling an erect nipple into his eager mouth. He sucked and nipped at her breast like they were the tastiest gourmet meal he’d ever tried.
“Dex…”
A partial whimper cut off what she was about to say. The sound of his name had never been so arousing. He pushed her back on his mainly empty desk and kissed down her torso until he reached her left hip right above her jeans. He hooked his fingers at the seam and paused to look at her.
Her hair was fanned out on his desk, skin flushed, lips moist and slightly swollen.
“You’re so fucking sexy. I want you right now, Cayla.”
He stood up straight preparing to remove her jeans if she gave the okay. The movement drew her eyes to his erection. His mind would have melted when she licked her lips if some asshole didn’t pick that moment to start banging on his office door. The sound jarred Cayla out of the lust bubble he’d just created, and she was off his desk heading to the bathroom with her discarded clothes in record time. No, really, she could have won Olympic gold.
Dex adjusted his erection. It needed time to go down, but he could make it less obvious. He was going to kill – no, kill was too polite – murder the person on the other side of the door.
“Hey, Boss Man!” Daniella’s annoying voice was enough to kill his erection. The last thing he needed was for Little Miss Eyefucker to think it was for her. He really should have fired her when she first started looking at him like he was naked.