Page 44 of A Legal Affair
Caleb said nothing, arms folded across his wide chest as he studied the black-and-white photograph mounted before him. It was an edgy, experimental piece, a portrait of a nude man and woman locked in a passionate embrace against the backdrop of French doors. The photo had been skillfully retouched, the background softly blurred to bring the couple into sharper focus, creating an image that was at once artistic and shockingly erotic. Beneath the photo, the caption read VOYEUR.
How apropos, thought Daniela, feeling as if she were intruding on an intimate moment between two strangers. As a slow flush crept over her body, she wondered whether it was a reaction to the provocative portrait or to the silent, brooding man beside her. Even in her anger she was acutely aware of him. His utter maleness beckoned to her, wreaking sheer havoc on her senses.
She stole a look at him beneath her lashes, covertly admiring his profile—straight nose, strong bearded jaw, the sensual curve of those masculine lips, the dark eyes rimmed with a thick fringe of black lashes, matched to the slash of his brows. He was beautiful, wickedly so.
And she wanted him. Wanted him like no other man she’d ever wanted before.
“This thing between us,” he said suddenly, his voice low and controlled. “It can’t happen.”
Fresh anger swept through her, though she didn’t know whom she was angrier with—herself or Caleb.
Spurred by a recklessness she didn’t question, she stepped directly in front of him, forcing herself into his line of vision. She might as well have thrown herself before a ravenous wolf.
“Is that what you came all the way down here to tell me?” she challenged hotly.
His eyes flashed a warning. “Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what, Professor Thorne?” she taunted, knowing she was playing with fire but too far gone to care. “Don’t cause a scene? Or don’t call you a liar?”
Before she could react, Caleb grabbed her by the wrist and strode purposefully from the room.
15
Caleb felt dangerously out of control as he hauled Daniela into a tiny room located off the main gallery. Once, on a previous visit to the Blue Star, he’d made a wrong turn on his way to the men’s room and had stumbled upon the closet, which was used to store old props and photography equipment.
Daniela stared up at him as if he’d lost his mind as he kicked the door shut behind him and advanced on her. She took three steps backward and he matched her step for step, until only a hairsbreadth separated them.
Nervously she passed her tongue over her plush bottom lip, making his dick harden in a painful rush. “What are you?—”
He didn’t let her finish. Before he could help himself or even stop to consider the consequences of his actions, he grabbed her face in his hands and crashed his mouth down on hers. The second their lips connected, he was completely lost. All thought and reason fled, leaving only need behind. A raw, burning, all-consuming need that pounded through his body, through his groin, and made him wildly greedy for more.
At the first penetration of his tongue, Daniela gasped in surprise. He took full advantage, thrusting deeply into the honeyed heat of her mouth. She was so damn sweet, evensweeter than he’d imagined. She tasted like paradise, and her exotic jasmine scent was as sexy and alluring as the fevered mating of their tongues. When her hands slid up his chest and looped around his neck, he groaned low in his throat and pressed even closer, deepening the hungry kiss.
He kissed her because he had to. Because he wanted—no,needed—to feel the softness of her juicy lips, because he’d been driving himself crazy thinking about her ever since the day they met. He kissed her because he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her tonight, outrageously breathtaking in the low-cut black dress that clung to her wicked curves and fueled his imagination with thoughts of sliding it off her body, one strap at a time, and watching it fall in a heap at her beautiful pedicured feet. He wanted her a thousand different ways, under him, over him, any part of him inside any part of her.
His hands roamed down her back, spanning her small waist before, at long damn last, cupping the perfect mound of her ass. Her throaty moan of pleasure joined his own, making his dick swell even harder.
He braced his legs apart and crushed her body to his, white-hot fire shooting through him as his thighs pressed against hers and his erection dug into her belly. He wanted her so bad he burned. It was crazy to want like this. Pure fucking madness.
He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her ass, lifting her so he could grind his hard length into her. She groaned and rolled her hips against him, the hem of her dress riding up her thighs. He grabbed a fistful, wrenching her even closer, and when she sucked his tongue into her mouth, he almost roared like a feral beast.
Blood rushing through his veins, he whipped her around so her chest pressed flat against the wall. She gasped and then moaned as he pinned her there with his body, grinding his dick against the fleshy curves of her ass.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, bracing her hands on the wall for support. “Caleb?—”
“Who gave you permission to call me by my first name?” he demanded, the words lashing her cheek. “I’m not your fucking peer.”
“Y—Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes, her face mashed against the wall as he ran his hand under her dress, caressing the silky skin of her inner thigh and sliding higher until he reached the flimsy strip of her lace thong. It was soaked with her juices, so hot and wet he almost dropped to his knees to bury his tongue deep inside her.
He stroked her through her tiny panties, pressing the lace into her as he growled in her ear, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been begging for this ever since you walked into my classroom.”
“Yes,” she mewled as he slid his fingers under her thong and found her slit. Hot, drenched, as soft and smooth as the bare skin of her thighs. He felt his boxer briefs dampen where he’d leaked several drops, and he knew he could fucking lose it at any time.
He kicked her legs apart and cupped her mound, making her shiver and bite her lower lip. He rubbed the hard nub of her clit and she moaned, her hips rocking back into his touch. She made him feel crazed, deranged, a wild animal stripped down to his basest form. When he pushed one finger into her wet heat, her cry ripped through the tiny room and her tight pussy gripped him, sucking at his finger.
“Fucking hell.” His dick was so hard it was almost unbearable. He curled a second finger inside her, and with his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back and slammed his mouth over hers. She met his kiss with the same ferocity, the same frantic energy, the same primal hunger he was unleashing on her.
Their tongues swirled, teeth scraping as he thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, working her into a frenzy while his dick stroked between her ass cheeks.
