Except his fingers just lightly brush mine, his thumb accidentally touching my skin.
A shiver runs up my arm, all the way to my neck.
I stay still.
The tablet ends up in his hands, but he no longer seems so interested in the questionnaire.
My heart pounds in my ears, and I feel like a complete idiot because I’m about to do something no professional ethics course will ever justify.
I take a step forward.
He stays still, but his eyes darken.
And then it happens.
I kiss him.
It’s pure impulse.
A beautiful mistake.
My hands close on his T-shirt; I pull him toward me with a force I didn't know I had.
He responds instantly, as if he’s been waiting for me for weeks.
His hands slide onto my hips; he pulls me against him.
His lips taste of mint and arrogance.
Mine taste of coffee and frustration.
The combination is explosive.
His arms wrap around me, strong, secure, pushing me slightly against the desk.
The kiss is everything it shouldn’t be: deep, desperate, dirty with desire.
His tongue moves confidently, his body bends over mine, his hand slides behind my neck, into my hair, holding me steady as if he could anchor me to the moment.
Every cell in my body screams against reason, yet I can’t stop.
I feel his breath mix with mine, I feel his heart beating against my chest, and for an instant, just one, everything else disappears.
Then his hand slides down to my lower back. He doesn’t really touch my butt; he places it right there, on the edge. Exactly and precisely on the limit of decency.
Extremely physical, confident kisser, tends to flirt as a defense mechanism / updated evaluation: devastating kiss.
God.
He lightly nips my lower lip, and I feel my knees give way. I decide to break the limit: I slip my hands under his T-shirt, enjoying the feel of his sculpted abs, but it's not enough.
Not even close.
Without breaking the kiss, I grab one of his hands and bring it to my blouse.
Is he choosing to be the good guy right now?
I push it firmly, and he understands where I want to be touched. He does it. He cups my breast with his hand, and a damned sigh of approval escapes me.
