Page 45 of Legal Attraction
But he didn’t lose it entirely. He pulled her away before she could make him come. Then he lifted and tossed her down onto her bed. She bounced slightly up from the mattress and met his chest as his body covered hers.
They were a tangle of arms and legs, but their mouths met and mated, kissing each other deeply. His tongue stroked over hers as his fingers slid inside her. He moved his fingers in and out of her until she arched up and whimpered at the orgasm shuddering through her.
But it was nothing compared to the pleasure she knew he could give her. He pulled back—only to don a condom—and then the head of his cock eased inside her. He lifted her legs to his shoulders, so he sank even deeper into her.
He filled her and then some.
She reached between them and tried to stroke him. But he caught her hand and held her back.
“This is why I needed to tie you up,” she mused.
“Then it would have been over already,” he said. “And you would have missed all this fun.”
She wasn’t sure if it was fun or torture. He teased the tension back into her body, teased her to the edge of an orgasm before he pulled out.
She clutched his butt and pushed him back inside her. Then she used her hands to guide his hips.
But he moved again and took her with him as he rolled onto his back. And suddenly she was astride him.
He’d given her the control she’d wanted. And she used it to tease him like he’d teased her, sliding up until his cock nearly came out, then settling back down hard. Up and down...
He groaned and thrashed on the mattress before his hands clutched her hips. He didn’t need to guide her.
Muriel knew the rhythm. With him, she could dance. Together they moved as one until she tensed. Her inner muscles convulsed, her body shuddered, and she screamed his name as an orgasm gripped her.
He was with her, his hands biting into her hips as his body tensed. He shuddered and came, too.
Muriel eased off and dropped onto the mattress on her back, boneless and exhausted. She had needed that. She’d needed him. Completed satiated, she closed her eyes.
But he was already getting out of the bed. She figured he was just cleaning up. But it wasn’t the bathroom door she heard opening and closing. It was the front door as he left.
Just as she’d accused him earlier, he was running away. From her? Or from what he felt when they were together?
Muriel wanted to run from those feelings, too. But she wasn’t sure she had any muscles left—she was so loose and relaxed—except for the mad pounding of her heart. She was afraid that she was falling for Ronan.
It didn’t matter what she felt, though, because Ronan wasn’t ever going to let himself feel anything but fear for a relationship. She was going to wind up just like all those other women he’d dated, dumped and left wanting more.
But she realized now, that because of his past, he wasn’t capable of giving any more.
