Love According to Science_ A Hot Enemies-t-Lovers Romantic Comedy (Dirty Martini Running Club #2) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,38

a tantalizing dance across his lower lip, drawing it into his mouth. Then he caught it with his teeth in a bite that sent a very unexpected rush of heat straight between my legs.

Suppressing a gasp, I clenched my thighs. And then I realized what he’d just said. My buttons.

I glanced down and sure enough, not just one, but two of my shirt buttons had popped open while I’d been gathering my papers off the floor.

I’d already worn my shirt with the top button undone—perfectly work-appropriate—but with the loss of two more, my chest was on full display. With all the sexually frustrated baking I’d been doing lately, I’d put on a few pounds, and most of it had gone to my boobs. If a girl had to gain a little weight, that wasn’t a bad place for it. But it also meant my clothes didn’t fit quite as well in the chest.

And right now, my boobs were not only spilling out of my open shirt, they seemed to be trying their hardest to pop right out of my bra cups.

I stood frozen. Transfixed by the predatory gleam in Corban’s eyes. By the conflict I could see raging through him. I could feel the effort it took for him to tear his gaze away and a part of me, way in the back of my brain, recognized that for the gentlemanly action that it was.

Then he made eye contact.

A potent mix of intense desire and irritation poured through me. How dare he sneak up on me and make me drop my things so I had to bend over and make the buttons on my shirt pop open so he got a good look at my boobs!

“Why are you even here?” I snapped.

“I was working.”

“You shouldn’t have scared me.”

He took a step closer. “It was an accident.”

The pressure between my legs grew, his proximity in the small space making my entire body tingle. Almost involuntarily, my eyes darted to his groin. The tenting in his slacks was unmistakable.

And impressive.

He inched toward me, adjusting his glasses. The whirlpool sensation in my belly left me feeling light-headed and tingly. I was well aware that my shirt was still open and I wasn’t making any attempt to fix it. But the closer he got, the harder my heart beat, and the more the pressure between my legs begged me to do something about it.

Something crazy.

Something reckless.

Something so ill-advised I was angry at myself for even thinking it.

Angry at him for making me think it.

I had to break the spell, so I reached for that anger, grabbing it and holding it tight. “Your research is bad, and you have no business being here.”

But the words I threw at him did not have their desired effect. He didn’t back away. He didn’t even stop. He took another step closer, his eyes locked with mine, his jaw set.

“You’re too close-minded and can’t admit when you’re wrong.”

“You think you can distract me with your… gifts.” I glanced at the bulge in his pants again. “But it won’t work.”

“You’re the one trying to distract me with… all this.” His eyes flicked down. “It’s very unfair.”

He moved closer, so close we were almost touching, and my body tensed with anticipation.

“I don’t like you,” I whispered.

“Good. I don’t like you either.”

His mouth crashed into mine, his lips firm. I grabbed his shirt and yanked him against me, meeting his angry kiss with my own. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, holding me in place, and invaded my mouth with his tongue. The wet, velvety softness slid against mine.

God, he knew how to kiss. Damn him.

He shoved his thigh between my legs, forcing them apart. My skirt rode up and I moaned into his mouth at the sudden pressure against my clit.

Do not dry hump his leg, Hazel. Do not.

Obviously I did.

With a fleeting thought that I’d forgive myself for this later because I was that desperate for an orgasm, I tilted my hips and ground myself against his thigh.

Oh dear god yes. The friction and pressure were just what I needed.

He growled into my mouth, still kissing me, and grabbed my backside. With his fingers digging into my ass cheek, he pressed me against his thigh, encouraging my movement.

The throbbing pressure between my legs was blindingly intense. Holding me tight, he rubbed me against his leg in a steady rhythm, helping me chase the orgasm that was already tantalizingly close.

Wait, helping me?

He wanted me to come. He