Page 16 of Legal Seduction
“I don’t want you to stop,” she assured him.
“Good,” he said. That control he’d sounded so worried about must have snapped because he dragged her against his hard, tense body and lowered his mouth to hers.
He kissed her as if he was starving, nibbling and nipping at her lips. She gasped as his teeth tugged on her lower lip. Then his tongue slid inside her mouth, mating with hers.
Her pulse pounded while heat rushed through her body. She didn’t feel the least bit of chill, standing in his loftlike office in only her thin lace lingerie, especially as his hands began to move over her body. His touch spread fire through her.
Tension wound tightly inside her core. She needed the release that she instinctively knew he could give her. But he seemed to be in no hurry to do anything but kiss her.
And a kiss had never turned her on as much. He stroked his tongue in and out of her mouth like she wanted his cock sliding in and out of her body. She moaned.
And he groaned in response. “You taste so damn good...” he murmured against her lips.
“It’s the wine...”
“It’s you...” Finally, he lifted his head from hers. But he stepped back.
She thought maybe he’d changed his mind; maybe he didn’t really want her. But his chest rose and fell with pants for breath, and she understood that he was just fighting again, fighting hard to regain control of himself.
She wanted him out of control. So she lifted her fingers to the bow between her breasts.
But he caught her hand and pulled it away. Then he shook his head. “No...”
She stared up at him through her lashes and asked, “You don’t want me?”
He groaned again. “I want you too damn much.” And he didn’t sound happy about it. “So let me do this...” He tugged on the bow until it slipped free of its knot, and the cups of the bra parted, falling away from her breasts. The bra dropped to the hardwood floor atop her clothes.
He cursed. And his skin flushed like hers, with passion. “Damn, Bette...”
She wasn’t cold, so that wasn’t why her nipples tightened. It was desire. For him.
He touched her. His fingers sliding from where he’d untied the bow between her breasts up to her collarbone and her neck. He found her pulse and traced his fingertip over it. It leaped like her desire for him.
And he must have known it. He smiled, just slightly, as if it was all he could manage with his lips parted as he panted for breath. His chest—his glorious naked chest—rose and fell, muscles rippling.
She had to touch, too. So she slid her hands over his skin. Soft, golden hair tickled her palms. How could he look like an angel but be such a devil—in business and pleasure?
She didn’t care, though. She wouldn’t be working for him much longer. And she was never really going to fall for him. But she had to convince him that she might. So she said, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as if he doubted her. But then he must have remembered how handsome he was because he nodded in acceptance.
And she smiled.
“You’re not drunk enough,” he murmured. But he didn’t reach for the wine to pour her any more. Instead he reached for her. “You’re too in control,” he said, as if it was a complaint.
Then he proceeded to drive her out of her mind with his touch. His hands moved over her breasts, gently kneading and stroking while his palms brushed over and over her already tight nipples.
She moaned and leaned toward him, needing more.
He gave more. His hands moved down to her hips, and he tugged at the bows holding her panties in place. They fell onto her bra and clothes. Bette might have fallen, too, as her knees began to shake, but he lifted her into his arms. Her breasts rubbed against his naked chest as he carried her across the office to his couch.
The leather was cold against her back and butt and thighs, but it did nothing to cool the heat of her passion-flushed skin. She locked her arms around his neck, trying to pull him down with her. But he held back and knelt beside the couch. Then he feasted on her body as if she were a banquet Bruno had laid out for his pleasure.
But the pleasure was all hers.
He kissed her lips—just briefly, nibbling gently at them. Then her chin before he moved his mouth to her breasts. As he kissed them, his hands moved lower, over the curve of her hip and down the length of her thighs.
She shivered as sensations raced through her.
