Page 22 of Legal Attraction
His cock shook, too, pulsating with the desire coursing through him. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Testing control...”
He didn’t need to ask whose this time. He knew. His. He was in trouble. Big trouble. But there was no way he could hang onto control with her touching him. Yet he was powerless to stop her. She unclasped his belt and parted the fly of his jeans before pushing down his silk boxers to free his cock. It nearly jumped into her hands. And a giggle slipped through her lips.
“A little eager,” she mused.
He’d been wanting this, imagining this, dying for this...the moment when she would close her full lips around his shaft...
She took her time. First she slid her hand up and down the length of him, pumping him into madness. Then she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head.
Ronan nearly lost his head, a groan tearing from his throat as he leaned back. He could feel the cords in his neck straining as the muscles in his stomach knotted. Tension wound tightly inside him. Then her tongue slid down the length of him, right to his balls.
He groaned again and murmured, “What are you doing to me?”
Torture, he suspected, and he couldn’t deny that he had it coming. He wanted her so badly, wanted her to close her lips around him and take him deep in her mouth so badly that he would give her whatever she wanted from him.
This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be, though. He was supposed to be seducing her. Instead, he had been seduced into total compliance.
* * *
This was her chance. Muriel knew it. His big, muscular body was nearly trembling with the passion overwhelming him. He was close to losing control.
If she pulled back now...
If she stopped...
She might be able to make him beg for more. And she might be able to trade her sexual favors for the truth. But would she ever be able to believe what he told her?
At the moment, she didn’t care about the truth, though. She only cared about the heat and the passion coursing through her. She wanted him. She wanted to taste his cock and his orgasm. She wanted to drive him as out of his mind as he’d driven her in the elevator a week ago.
So she closed her lips around him and sucked. He arched up from the chair and groaned. Then his fingers clutched in her hair, tangling but not pulling. He wasn’t pulling her away. He was holding her close.
He needed the release. She could feel the tension in his body. He fairly vibrated with it. And his cock moved in her mouth; she could feel his pulse pounding madly in his engorged flesh. Hers matched the crazy rhythm of his. She was so excited, so stimulated just from giving him pleasure. Her pulse pounded in her clit and her nipples were taut, pushing through the thin lace of bra and the tank top she wore.
She moaned and sucked his cock deeper, to the back of her throat. Then she slid her lips up and down and around, teasing him to madness.
His fingers clutched her hair more tightly. But she felt no pain, only more excitement. Teasing him was teasing her. She had never wanted anyone the way she wanted him. He was so damn gorgeous—so big.
She stroked her hand up and down the rest of the length of his erection.
And finally he came, yelling her name as his big body tensed and shuddered. She drank him the way she had the wine, savoring every drop. His taste was rich and complex—just like the man.
He panted for breath, his head back, his body limp until she eased away. Then he moved quickly, reaching for her. He lifted her up in his arms and swung her around as he checked out the place.
“Is this a studio?” he asked. He must have been looking for the bed.
She pointed to a door. “One bedroom...” It was a small room. The bed nearly filled the entire space, which was good because he got to it quickly and lowered her to the mattress that was covered with fuzzy white pillows and silky white sheets. She’d wanted to feel as if she was sleeping on a cloud when she went to bed.
He stepped back. And she wondered for a fleeting, anxious moment if he was just going to leave her there. After all, he’d had his release, and he was known for being a ruthless man. But never a selfish lover...
Finally he moved, shoving down his jeans and boxers. Then he kicked off his shoes and lifted his shirt over his head. His washboard abs and muscular chest rippled with the action.
And a moan slipped through her lips. “You could be a model,” she mused. He was that good-looking.
He laughed as if she’d told him an absurdly funny joke.
But she was serious.
