Page 52 of Legacy Of Ashes
"Can you wait that long?" I slide my hand up her thigh, finding wet heat through silk panties. "Or should I make you come right here?"
She's soaked. Ready for me. I stroke her through the fabric and she shudders.
"Conall, please?—"
"Please what? Please fuck you against this window? Please make you scream my name where you just destroyed a man?"
"Please take me home," she whispers, grinding against my hand.
I step back, straightening her skirt with shaking hands. Her lips are swollen, her hair messed. She looks thoroughly debauched and we haven't even started.
"Get your coat," I growl. "We're leaving."
"What about the rest of the day?"
"Fuck the rest of the day." I grab her hand. "I've waited twenty years to have you. I'm not waiting another minute."
In the elevator, I pin her against the wall, my mouth on her throat. She moans as I suck the spot that makes her weak.
"The cameras?—"
"Don't care." I slide my hand under her skirt, fingers finding her clit through soaked silk. "You're mine now, Saoirse. Mine to touch wherever I want."
She comes apart in my arms, biting my shoulder to muffle her cries as I work her through her climax. When the elevator opens, her legs shake.
"That's just the beginning," I promise, leading her to my car. "Wait until I get you naked."
Tonight, I'm going to worship every inch of her body. Tonight, I'm going to show her exactly what belonging to me means.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
I catchConall watching me in the mirror as I slide the black dress up my body. His eyes burn into me from where he leans against the bedroom doorframe, still shirtless from our earlier encounter.
"Stop looking at me like that," I murmur, reaching for the zipper.
"Like what?" His voice carries that rough edge that makes my stomach flutter.
"Like you want to tear this dress off me before I even leave."
He pushes off the doorframe, moving toward me like a man starved. "Maybe because I do."
My breath catches as he stops behind me, his chest nearly touching my back. His fingers brush mine away from the zipper, drawing it up with agonizing slowness. Each touch sends fire racing under my skin.
"Behave," I whisper, though my body betrays me by melting back against him.
"When have I ever behaved?" His lips find that spot behind my ear that makes me weak. "Cancel dinner. Stay here with me instead."
God, I want to. I want to let him strip this dress away and lose myself in his hands, his mouth, the way he makes me forget everything except how he feels inside me.
"I can't." I force myself to step away, grabbing my purse before he can tempt me further. "Petrov's expecting me."
Conall's jaw tightens. "I don't like you meeting him alone."
"It's the Harbor Club, not some back alley." I turn to face him, drinking in the sight of his bare chest, the way his jeans hang low on his hips. "Besides, I can handle one Russian businessman."
"He's not just a businessman, and we both know it." His eyes flash with something dangerous. "Promise me you'll be careful."
