Page 62 of A Legal Affair
“What can I do for you this morning?” His voice was like gravel.
“Nothing, really,” she murmured, her tongue snaking out to chase a drop of water from her lower lip. Her belly quivered when she saw the way his pupils darkened. The air between them crackled with raw sexual tension.
“I missed being picked on in class today,” she told him.
His gaze lingered on her mouth. “Did you?”
Daniela nodded slowly. “And I missedyou.”
Caleb closed his eyes and groaned softly, as if he were in pain. “Daniela?—”
“I’m just being honest.” Suddenly restless, she set aside her water, rose from the chair and wandered over to a floor globe mounted on a gleaming oak stand. Idly she gave the globe a quick spin, saying simply, “My mother always taught me to speak the truth, so that’s what I’m doing. I missed you, and I won’t apologize for it.”
“No one’s asking you to apologize for anything, Daniela,” Caleb said quietly. “If anything, I’m the one who should be apologizing for?—”
Without turning around, Daniela held up a hand. “I already know what you’re going to say. You’re going to tell me that making love was a mistake, that you never meant for things to go that far. And you’re going to apologize for taking advantage of me when, if anything,Iprobably took advantage ofyou. I wanted to be with you, Caleb, and I have no regrets about what happened between us. Whatever feelings you may have aboutthe experience are entirely your own, but please don’t let guilt be one of them.”
After several long moments of silence, she heard the slight creak of his chair as he got up and came toward her. “Since you’ve become such an expert at reading my mind,” he murmured, “can you tell me what I’m thinking right now?”
The low, husky timbre of his voice sent erotic images tumbling through her head. Deep in her belly, a knot of hunger unfurled and spread wicked fingers of heat through her body, curling her toes. As he came nearer, her breasts grew heavy, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra. She was vaguely aware of the room growing dimmer, as if Caleb had closed the blinds.
He stopped directly behind her, and her pulse went haywire as gentle, callused fingers swept her hair over one shoulder, then cupped the back of her neck and began stroking her skin in slow, tantalizing circles. She wanted to hear him say he’d missed her too, but then he lowered his head and brushed his lips across her nape, and she closed her eyes with a helpless little sigh and let her head fall forward, limp as a ragdoll.
“You always smell so incredible,” he muttered thickly as his mouth trailed down the exposed column of her neck, nipping and raining hot, bone-melting kisses along her sensitive skin. “What’s the name of your perfume?”
Her lips curled in a private smile he couldn’t see. “It’s a secret. If I tell you, you might run out and buy some for your girlfriend.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he murmured distractedly, nuzzling her throat.
“Don’t you?” Much as she was enjoying the sexy interlude, some reckless part of her wanted to punish him somehow, wanted to torment him as she was tormented by her overwhelming need for him.
She turned around slowly. Allowing herself only a glimpse of the smoldering heat in his gaze, she began to edge past him. “I should go,” she announced, the firmness in her tone belied by the wobbliness of her legs.
She got as far as the desk before he caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him. “Stay,” he whispered, his warm breath in her ear making her shiver. Resistance was futile.
Suddenly she found her bottom pressed against his straining arousal, her palms braced on the surface of the desk. She felt flushed and dizzy as his massive hand glided possessively over her hip, inching the material of her skirt higher while his other hand sought the smooth flesh of her exposed midriff. Her heart hammered in her chest as his mouth skimmed her ear, her neck and her jaw while he reached under her skirt, his fingers burning a path up the inside of her leg to the juncture of her parted thighs. She ached with a savage need to have him inside her, and shamelessly rubbed her ass against his crotch, drawing a rough sound of hunger from him.
She could feel her body trembling as his fingers eased beneath the elastic trim of her lace panties. A breathy moan of pleasure escaped her mouth when he parted her pussy lips and slid one long finger inside her.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned against her neck, the sound both tortured and appreciative.
Tiny spasms shook her thighs as he teased and stroked her, his thumb simultaneously caressing her nerve-rich folds and circling the slick knot of her clit until she gripped the edge of the desk so tightly she almost broke every nail. She felt as if she were about to be torn apart by an internal force she couldn’t contain, like her body might fly right out of his grasp. Though she tried to be mindful of where they were, and how disastrous it would be if anyone overheard them, she felt a desperate sob welling up in her chest.
When he added a second finger and scissored them, she moaned and went up on tiptoe, riding both fingers as he angled his head to suck the side of her neck. Her heart and lungs threatened to explode, her stomach and legs quivering uncontrollably.
His lips found her ear, his voice a low, silky growl. “Come for me, Daniela.” He pushed a third finger deep inside her and thumbed her clit. “Let go.”
Her back arched sharply, vision blurring as stars burst behind her eyes. With masterful ease, Caleb turned her in his arms and covered her mouth with his, capturing the wild cry that tore from her throat as she came apart in an explosion of hot clenching pleasure.
He cradled her protectively in his arms as she slumped against him, boneless and spent, convinced her body and mind would never be the same again because he owned the first and consistently invaded the other.
His breathing was uneven as he straightened her skirt, stroked her back and kissed her damp temple. As he gazed down at her, tenderness shone in his dark, glittering eyes.
“I missed you, too,” he said huskily.
Her heart soared into the stratosphere. “You don’t have to say that just because I did.”
He shook his head, his gaze intent on her face. “One thing you’ll learn about me, Daniela, is that I never say things I don’t mean.” He leaned down, taking her lips in a hot, deeply possessive kiss that drugged her senses and left her feeling even weaker than before.
