Chapter 4 Is there something on my back

Oh my God, was there really a spider on me?

The gentle pressure became more firm, and a lump formed in my throat. He most definitely was touching me, and a quiver settled in my stomach.

The air was thick, the gentle hum of the laptop mixed with my increased breathing. Did he realize what he was doing? Surely he wasn't intentionally touching me.

"What are your thoughts," He murmured, his hand slowly moving to my hip. "I'd like to get your honest opinion."

I licked my suddenly dry lips, unsure if I opened my mouth that a coherent word would escape or not. "I'm, um, I'm not really sure."

He sighed, the heat of his breath tickling my cheek. I was hyper aware of his body now, sure he'd at any moment disengage and turn into the giant asshole he normally was.

"I want to know how this should end," he whispered, his hand moving from my hip back to my lower back. "I need to know if the ending I'm envisioning will match the slides."

Was he referring to me as the presentation? Is that what he meant? Was he feeling me out, seeing if this was something I was willing to do? To let him touch me? Did he want to go further?

I tilted my head and his lips brushed the shell of my ear by the subtle movement. He kept them in place, his breath steady and in control. He was always so calm and collected in every situation, but I guess that's how you become a partner in a successful marketing firm.

My blood was pumping wildly. Confusion and desire were beginning to blend together. Surely I was taking this the wrong way. My body was only reacting because he was so fucking gorgeous, not because I had actual feelings toward him. I'd have to be cohesive with his personality and I most definitely didn't share the same views as him. I liked to think I was kind and patient, while he was stubborn and demanding.

His hand traveled from my hip and up my side, gently moving my blonde hair away from my neck. "I want to be on the same page as you with this," he whispered, his fingertips cautiously brushing along the side of my neck. I opened my mouth, only to close it again. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't want to cross the line my body was trying to shove me over. It was craving him, beginning to pulse with desire from his simple touch. His exterior was always so hard, not matching these gentle caresses and soft murmurs coming from his hands and mouth.

The smooth pads of his fingers found my chin, forcing me to look over my shoulder and meet his lust-filled eyes. "Ms. Neely, I need an answer."

He searched my face for a sign, his jaw tensing with each passing second. When his thumb brushed my bottom lip, my body betrayed me, caving to the seduction and tasting the saltiness of his skin. The way his chest swelled from the contact of my tongue swiping the pad of his thumb, made his intentions clear. He wanted this everyday meeting to turn into more.

His free arm wrapped around my waist, forcing my body to shift and face him. Our bodies were flush together now. I'd always thought he was in great shape by looking at him, but being smashed against his body proved it. He was like a rock, and my fidgeting hands slipped from my sides to his pecs.

His body stilled, his eyes showing a fraction of vulnerability. Did he think I was going to shove him away from me? I should have smacked him, but the ache between my legs was begging me to rip his clothes off and have my way with him.

Once my hands relaxed on his chest, a deviant smirk settled across his face. "I'm glad we're on the same page, Ms. Neely." He took my hand that had been burned earlier and studied it, only to plant a gentle kiss where a faint red mark was in place from the hot coffee.

I opened my mouth to respond, but was captured by his lips before words came out. My breath was stolen by his tongue plunging into my mouth with no fear, diving in, and exploring eagerly.

I groaned into his mouth, both my hands finding his hair, grasping it while he kissed me fiercely. The dominance of his mouth was equivalent with his personality. Bold, strong, and demanding. All of the qualities that made me want to punch him in the face on a daily basis.

I bit down on his lip and shoved at his rock of a chest. He grunted, yet kept me in his hold.

"You're an asshole," I gasped, releasing my bite on his lip, still whirling from his kiss.

"Tell me something I don't know." Craft's eyes were like molted hot lava, burning with desire as he stared at me. My outburst didn't have an effect on him. It only caused that dirty mouth to suckle the weak spot along the side of my neck.

His mouth felt amazing, but anger fueled inside of me. He knew he was a dick, and didn't give a shit, thinking he could still take whatever he wanted.

Craft was in for a rude awakening. It was time to speak my mind. Time to finally let him know how big of a jerk I thought he was. Here he was, keeping me in his office, putting his hands on me. That deliciously stubbled jaw scraped along my neck and against the shell of my ear, causing unwanted tingles to slither up and down my body. Those tingles were traitors; along with my hardening nipples, but that wasn't the point.

No, he needed to realize that just because he was sexy and successful didn't mean he could take advantage of women whenever he wanted. Fury surpassed my aching need for release in my body, and I couldn't hold back my tongue any longer. And no, not from licking him... although my mouth was twitching eagerly at the thought.

He nibbled on the soft skin where my shoulder met my neck. I masked my moan with a growl.

Both of my hands flung to his hair, grabbing the thick locks and yanking his head from the nook of my neck.

Hot, lust-filled eyes met mine. He fought my grip to claim my mouth, but I kept my hold. He groaned and licked his lips.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hissed, digging my nails into his scalp.

He furrowed his brows and his hands carefully unwrapped from my waist. I thought I was gaining the upper hand, that he was going to stop this frenzy we had created in the matter of moments, but I was wrong.