Page 65 of Legal Seduction
She nodded.
“Assholes,” he murmured. But he was grinning as he said it. “Now I’m going to have to thank them, too.”
“Hopefully, not like you’re going to thank me,” she said.
He laughed as he reached for her. Swinging her up in his arms, he carried her to the couch. After he laid her on the supple leather, he stood up. And again he just stared at her, his blue eyes dark with passion and something else.
Something she recognized now as love. She’d wondered before how she would be able to know for certain what someone else was feeling. She would never have to wonder with Simon. She could see the love in his eyes.
She lifted her arms, holding them out for him. But before he joined her, he shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Then he finished lowering his zipper and kicked off his shoes and the pants and his briefs. Finally, he was naked, too.
As naked as she was.
But he didn’t join her on the couch. He knelt on the floor beside her, like he was worshipping her body. And he made her feel that way, with his gentle touch. He glided his fingertips along her shoulder, down her arm to the curve of her hip. He traced her entire silhouette as if he was trying to memorize the shape of her.
“You are perfect,” he said.
She would have teased him for laying it on a little thick. But she saw in his eyes that he was sincere. To him, she was perfect.
Love for him overwhelming her, she reached out. She traced the line of his broad shoulders and the muscles in his arms and chest. Then she tried to move lower, to slide her mouth over his pulsating shaft and take him deep in her throat.
She was pulsating, too, her body quivering as the tension he’d built inside her became overwhelming. “Please, Simon,” she implored him. “I need you.”
“I need you, too,” he assured her.
But he didn’t hurry. He took his time. Lowering his head to hers, he kissed her gently, his lips just whispering across hers.
She gasped at the sensation, and he dipped his tongue inside her mouth. She suckled on it like she wanted to suck on him. And he groaned. Then his hands moved to her breasts, molding the flesh, teasing the nipples.
She whimpered as that need became unbearable. Tears of frustration stung her eyes. Then finally he touched her core, and she came apart.
It wasn’t enough, though. She needed him inside her.
Plastic crinkled as he tore open a condom packet. His hand shook as he rolled it on, then he lifted her onto his lap where he knelt on the floor beside the couch.
She locked her legs around his back as she bounced and rocked, sliding up and down his shaft. He teased her nipples, then he reached between them and rubbed his thumb over her mound, finding the most sensitive part of her.
She cried out as she came again.
And he stood, with her locked yet around his waist, with him buried deep inside her. And he arched his hips up, making love to her standing up. Until his legs began to shake.
Then finally he yelled her name and his body shuddered as he came, too. They collapsed onto the couch where they’d had sex for the first time. This time it hadn’t been just sex, though. They’d made love—because they had really fallen for each other.
She smiled, and he must have felt her cheek move against his chest from where she’d settled in his arms. He smiled, too.
“This feels so damn right,” he murmured.
“Yes, it does,” she agreed.
“You and me,” he said. “The fashion designer and the lawyer.”
They might not have been the likeliest combination. But she was certain they would make it work because they respected each other, respected how hard each other had worked to accomplish what they had. But what Simon had worked so hard to achieve was in jeopardy now.
“Do you have any idea who the mole really is?” she asked him.
The smile slid away from his mouth. “No.”
“You’ll figure it out,” she assured him. He was the smartest man she’d ever met. “And I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”
