Page 44 of Legal Attraction
“Lucky for me,” he murmured.
“Not tonight,” she said. “Lingerie isn’t what I have in mind.” She pulled out the sashes of a couple of bathrobes and grabbed a couple of scarves. “This is what I had in mind...”
His dark eyes narrowed, and his grin slid slightly away from his handsome face. “What do you want to do with those?”
“Tie you up, of course...”
He laughed, but it wasn’t with amusement now. “And what? Take pictures of me lying there naked and helpless to sell to some tabloid? Or will you just leave me here?”
If he was naked and helpless, she doubted she would be able to leave him.
She shook her head. “I want to tie you up so that you can’t touch me. Only I can touch you. Only I can please you.”
He stepped closer to her and pulled the makeshift bindings from her hand. “This is about control,” he said. “And you know it.”
Heat rushed to her face as she remembered how smart he was. Of course he would know that she wanted to be in control and she wanted to take his.
That was going to be her revenge for what he’d done to her—to drive him out of his mind. But maybe she didn’t need to tie him up in order to do that.
He’d driven her out of her mind every time they’d had sex, and he had never once restrained her.
But she tugged on the ties he held now and murmured, “Ronan, please...” as she stared up at him through fluttering lashes.
He chuckled and murmured back, “No...” He bunched the ties into a ball, which he threw out into the hallway. Then he kicked the door closed, as if he didn’t trust her not to try to use them on him.
“You really don’t want me to tie you up,” she said.
“I really want to touch you,” he told her. And then he proceeded to do just that as he reached for her shirt and lifted it over her head. After he tossed it aside, her hair swirled back down around her bare shoulders.
She had skipped the bra entirely tonight. “Sorry—no Bette’s Beguiling Bows...”
His hands were already cupping her breasts. “I don’t mind. If I’d known you were braless...”
“What?” she asked.
He leaned down and brushed his lips across one nipple. Then he replied, “I would have done this sooner.” And he licked the other one.
She shivered as pleasure coursed through her. She wanted him so badly.
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t tie me up?” he asked as he moved his hands to the waistband of her yoga pants. After pushing down the knit material, he stroked his fingers over her bare ass. She’d skipped the underwear, too, tonight. “I can give you much more pleasure when I can touch you.”
But when he touched her she lost control—and she was losing it now.
Her legs trembled, her pulse raced. She was one more lick or stroke away from an orgasm already. That was how quickly and powerfully he affected her.
And she wanted to do the same to him.
So she reached for him. He must have come to her right from work or court because he wore a suit and tie again. She loosened the tie first and pulled it free from the collar of his crisp white shirt. As she pulled the expensive blue silk through her hands, she stared up at him.
“Don’t get any ideas,” he warned her, but there was a chuckle in his voice and a glint in his dark eyes. He pulled the tie from her hands and tossed it aside. He definitely did not trust her yet.
So she went to work on his buttons, revealing all the sexy, hair-dusted muscles of his impressive chest. Then she pushed the shirt and his dark gray jacket from his broad shoulders and reached for his belt. He pulled that from her hands, too, though, and undid his own button and zipper before kicking off his pants, boxers and shoes.
Then he was as gloriously naked as she was. And she went wild for him, touching and kissing him everywhere. She stroked her hands over his ass and down his hard thighs as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Then she closed her lips around his cock and sucked him deep into her throat.
He groaned. And she could feel him shaking.
She hadn’t needed to tie him up. She could make him lose control without any ropes or bindings.
