I closed the distance between us, seething. “You want to accuse me of something, do it in plain English.” I stood so close I had to tilt my head back to see him.
When I did, I felt his breath fan my face.
Uh-oh.
His eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at me, their dark, ocean-blue color flooding with black. “You might want to watch your mouth.”
I saw him swallow, was close enough to see his chest swell with an indignant breath.
And then it happened like it always did. My body turned traitor on me. My nipples tightened, my belly fluttered, and need pooled between my legs.
Damn, damn, damn.
Arguments with Marcus Storm always managed to arouse me.
But for the first time, I’d swear I saw an answering response in his eyes.
“Well, well,” he murmured and stepped so close his chest brushed mine. “It appears I was wrong to ignore the rumors about you.”
I refused to step back and concede him the victory. “Look, Storm. I?—”
“Davis mentioned you’ve a redhead’s temper and the passion to match. Since he supposedly screwed your brains out last weekend, I assume he’d know.”
Speechless, I stared at him, unable to think of anything but punching the arrogance off his full lips. And just wait until I got a hold of that lying, scheming Davis.
“You sure were right about those rumors,” he added with a sneer.
I wasn’t sure how he’d made me lose it so fast, but Storm held my clenched fist right in front of his nose.
Oh shit. I’m so fired. And I didn’t even get to hit him!
“Now, now. Violence isn’t the answer.”
I was in so much trouble.
He smirked. “Let’s try this instead.”
“What—?”
The handsome jerk kissed me.
Hel-lo sexual harassment. But excitement stirred. My attempted slap against his forced kiss would balance out and…
I groaned, lost in an aggressive mating of the lips and tongue that belied Storm’s cool exterior.
His lips turned hard, and the iron ridge that prodded my stomach only made him that much more tempting.
What he’d said, what I’d said, faded from my mind as all-consuming lust flooded me.
Apparently, he felt it as well. He growled low in his throat and crushed me against him, the corded strength hidden under his designer suit more than evident.
His lips slanted over mine, his tongue plunging and dipping, making me lightheaded and more than ready to ride him until we both found satisfaction.
I couldn’t think of anything but a need to feel that ridge stroking, sliding deep within me.
Then he did the unthinkable.
He stopped.
