Page 20 of Legal Attraction
CHAPTER SIX
WATCHINGMURIELEATwas torture...
She closed her eyes and savored each bite, little moans of pleasure slipping between her lips. After swallowing the food, she would flick her tongue across her lips as if to clean up any drop of sauce or missed morsel. Then she would lift the fork to her mouth and slowly part her lips, beginning the decadent process all over again.
Ronan had never gotten hard watching someone eat before. But he was now, so hard that he couldn’t taste the food in his own mouth. He could only chew it and wash it down with a sip of wine.
She was too distracting. Too damn irresistible...
His body was tense, his cock pulsating with the need to be buried inside her. No. He wasn’t hungry anymore. After pushing his plate aside, he took another sip of the wine.
Then he murmured, “I’m surprised you let me in.”
She glanced up at him as if only just realizing he was still in the room. She’d been so focused on her food that she might have forgotten all about him.
Ronan flinched as his ego took the hit. Nobody forgot his presence—until now.
“You’re not the only one,” she murmured. “But I was hungry.”
“I’m glad I brought food, then.”
“Thank you,” she said. “You didn’t eat much yourself.” She gestured at his plate.
“I wasn’t hungry...” For food. His stomach was clenched into too many knots for him to eat anything. But her...
He wanted to taste her again like he had in the elevator. Wanted to see if she was as sweet as he’d thought she’d been, as addictive.
Not that he would ever get addicted to anyone. He knew how dangerous that could be, and he was not about to make that mistake—not even for The World’s Most Beautiful Woman.
“Why are you here?” she asked him.
Ronan opened his mouth and the truth almost spilled out because he had no problem with telling it how it was. But if he told her what he was up to—seducing her into dropping the complaint with the bar association—she would undoubtedly kick him out of her apartment. So he couldn’t tell the truth. At least, not the whole truth.
“I came because I can’t stop thinking about the other night in the elevator.”
“That was scary,” she said.
It had been scary. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone the way he’d wanted her. But that had been then. He wanted her even more now, especially after watching her eat. He wanted to watch her do something else.
Him.
“I thought we were going to plummet to our deaths,” she added.
Ronan realized what elevator incident she was talking about, and it wasn’t the one he’d been thinking about, the one that had never left his mind, keeping him awake and hard every night and pretty much every other waking moment since it had happened.
But had it actually happened?
Or had he wet-dreamed the whole thing?
“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t kept messing with the control panel,” he reminded her.
Her green eyes twinkled as she stared across the table at him. “I like testing control.”
Realizing she’d been teasing him, he grinned and asked, “Yours or mine?”
“Both,” she replied. “But I failed that test in the elevator.”
“Is that why you couldn’t look at me afterward?” he asked. That had bothered him. Did he disgust her so much that she had been embarrassed she’d had sex with him? Or had she been embarrassed over where they’d done it?
