The Pursuit

Seven

SEVEN 

My breath hitched in my throat, until his lips descended upon mine. 

Our lips met, and we kissed for real that time. I found my hands wounding their way to his shoulders and into his soft hair. I pulled him closer, opening my mouth where his tongue invaded it. 

My hands slipped inside his shirt from the collar, touching the hard muscle beneath it. I moaned in delight as his lips moved from my lips to the side of my neck, leaving trails of soft kisses. I opened my eyes and leaned back slightly to look at him but his eyes were closed just as mine were earlier.

"We... We shouldn't be doing this," I said breathlessly as I slipped my hands out from his shirt and placed them on his chest feeling his heartbeat thrum in an erratic beat.

He barely nodded as he continued sucking the spot just below my earlobe. "You're right. We shouldn't." But he didn't make any move to stop. Instead, he licked the spot he claimed as his with his tongue, and devoured my lips once again.

I gasped at the intensity of his kiss. Caleb took the opportunity to slip his deadly tongue in. He hitched me up slowly moving us forward until the back of my knees felt the cold wooden desk, and he sat me down. My skirt hiked up when I sat down, and Caleb stepped in between my legs, having to bend down to kiss me. I unbuttoned the top few of his buttons and ran my hand over his chest, the thing I wanted to do since I laid my eyes on this man.

I never had a glimpse of his body, but from what I was feeling he worked out a lot. The muscles rippled under my touch, obviously having some sort of control over him. I traced patterns on his pecs, sending him and myself overdrive. I almost didn't feel his own hand crawl back up and cup my right breast with his left hand, squeezing just the slightest to leave me wanting more. His other was placed on my back drawing circles which only added to the high I was on.

I kissed him hard, afraid that I would never get this chance again. He was an intelligent man with devilishly handsome looks; a woman as sexy as him would be able to snatch him up with one look. I might as well take advantage of this opportunity.

I tangled my hands in his hair again bringing him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss as best as I could. I felt his thumb graze just below the sensitive spot on my breast driving me crazy. While I wanted this, I also wanted to stop it. Things were spiralling out of control; it was going too fast. 

Moving my head to the side, I took in gulps full of air. He didn't instead kissing down my chin, my neck, and eventually the the curves of my chest where he magically unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse revealing the cleavage that was hidden underneath as well as my ugly white bra. He was able to place a few butterfly kisses, before I pushed him away.

"Stop," I said trying to catch my breath hopping off the desk. 

"Why would you want to stop when that was one bloody hell of a kiss I've had in a long time?" He asked, also trying to get his breathing back.

I gingerly pulled back stray strands of hair behind my ear. "Everything was going too fast."

Before I knew it, he had me in his arms again giving me slow kisses. "Would you rather we take it slow then?"

I was momentarily paralyzed before I gained consciousness and pushed him away again. "No! Caleb, I wasn't here to be kissing my boss!"

"I'm not your boss," he calmly corrected. 

"It doesn't matter," I hissed getting angry. "Is there anywhere I could..." I waved my hand up and down my body, "clean myself up before I go outside?"