Page 33 of Legal Attraction
That wasn’t why his arms tightened around her, why he pulled her even closer. He wanted more sex. That was all he wanted...
But there was a strange sensation in his chest, as if it was swelling and warming, and he didn’t like the feeling. He didn’t like feeling at all. Anything.
Lust. That was all this was, all it could be. Just attraction and lust...
* * *
Despite the warmth of his body pressed so tightly against hers, Muriel shivered. The look on his handsome face, with his clenched jaw, was so tense, so almost frightened, that it frightened her, as well.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and quavering with the fear she felt in him.
He shook his head. “It should be wrong,” he murmured. “But it feels so right...”
“What?”
“This,” he said, and he slid his hand from her back down to her hip. Then he rubbed the erection that was once more straining the fly of his jeans against her belly. “Us.”
“It is wrong,” she said. But she couldn’t deny that it felt right between them. There had never been an awkward moment, never any hesitation, never anything but passion. So much passion...
He shook his head again, as if he couldn’t accept it.
But he had to; she had to make him—and herself—see that this was wrong. “What would the bar association say if they learned you were trying to coerce me to withdraw my complaint against you?”
He tensed and a breath escaped his lips, as if she’d punched him. “Would you go to them and say that?”
She could. She’d once been so angry with him that she would have. But the passion between them, and the orgasms he’d given her, had eased some of her anger.
“I wasn’t trying to coerce you to lie to them,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that...”
And she was beginning to believe him.
“But you admitted that you want me to withdraw my complaint,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but I want you to withdraw it because you believe those memos were forged,” he said, “because you believe me.” And his dark eyes implored her to do just that.
She closed her eyes. She wanted to believe him. But she couldn’t. He’d pretty much told his friends that he was just playing her. So she couldn’t believe anything he said.
She shook her head now.
“Muriel...” His breath whispered across her earlobe as he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. “Believe me.”
“I—I can’t,” she stammered, “any more than you can believe me.”
He groaned now and shifted against her again. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
She could understand that. “You don’t want to believe me,” she said. “Because then you’ll have to admit you were wrong.”
His brow furrowed. But he didn’t deny what she’d claimed. Instead, he lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers in another of those soft kisses. If she hadn’t experienced it, she wouldn’t have thought him capable of such tenderness. But just as softly as he kissed her, his fingers slid down her cheek with a light caress.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice raspy as she struggled to breathe with the passion overwhelming her. “You have no reason to seduce me now. I’m not going to the bar association for you.” No matter how much pleasure he gave her.
But he must not have heard her because he continued to please her. His lips slid down her cheek to her neck, and he nuzzled it again, his breath hot against her skin.
She shivered as sensations raised through her. Then his lips were on her exposed shoulder. And she shivered again, but it was heat racing through her—straight to her core. Her nipples tightened, and a moan slipped through her lips.
His mouth moved to hers again, but the gentleness was gone. He kissed her deeply, hungrily. When he pulled away, she panted for breath.
Excitement filled her, making her skin tingle and her pulse pound like mad. Madness was what this was—this obsession that Ronan was becoming for her. It was a madness.
