Page 31 of Legal Attraction
Then she wrapped her hand around him, stroking her palm up and down the length of his cock. “I need you now!” she said. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He groaned. But he didn’t protest. In fact, his control must have snapped because he pulled off her jeans and nearly tore off the bow holding up her panties. The leather dropped away from her. But she was still hot, still burning up for his touch. His fingers slid inside her, and he groaned again. “You’re so wet.”
So ready for him...
She tugged free the bow on the bustier, and her breasts sprang over the tops of the leather cups. The nipples were already tightened and pointing up toward Ronan. He took one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
She moaned and squirmed against his hand. He moved his fingers inside her while grinding his palm against her mound. Then he flicked his thumb back and forth over her clit. She tensed but then he closed his teeth gently over her nipple and she came, the orgasm shuddering through her.
“Ronan...” She nearly sobbed his name. She tightened her grasp around his cock and stroked harder.
He shuddered and lifted her again. Despite his strength, he stumbled back. Or maybe he’d intended to walk backward, because he dropped into a chair with her astride his lap. He pulled out a condom packet, tore it open and sheathed himself.
Desperate to feel him filling her, Muriel rose up on her knees and guided him inside her. He was so big, so thick, that he stretched her. She arched and took him as deep as she could. He moved his hips and thrust a little deeper.
She’d never been this full, this complete. A moan tore from her throat as passion overwhelmed her. He was so damn good. And as he continued to move his hips, he touched her breasts, teasing her nipples into even tauter points. She bit her bottom lip, but she couldn’t hold back another moan.
He drove her crazy. And she wanted to drive him just as crazy. She touched him back, teasing his flat male nipples until they pebbled. Then she reached beneath her butt and stroked his thighs and balls.
He groaned, and the muscles in his neck corded and stood out. “Muriel...” He growled her name like a warning. And sweat beaded on his upper lip and brow as he struggled for control.
She wanted him to lose it, wanted him as wild as he made her. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply before sliding her lips over his granite jaw to his neck. She nibbled on those corded tendons, then suckled.
He clutched his fingers in her hair, tangling it even more than it had already been. He pulled her face from his neck and kissed her, and as he drove his tongue between her lips, he drove his cock deeper into her.
She rocked her hips against him, arching and straining to ease the pressure that had built inside her again. The tension was nearly unbearable. Despite the release he’d already given her, she needed another.
She needed more of the intense pleasure she feared only he could give her. She’d never had orgasms as long or as powerful as the ones he’d given her. Then he stroked his thumb over her clit once more and she came again, screaming his name.
Her name echoed his, as his big body tensed, then shuddered with his own release. Like her, it seemed as though he came and came. As she collapsed against his heaving chest, he wrapped his arms around her. And their hearts pounded in the same frantic rhythm.
Muriel had never felt so close—such a connection—to another human being. But that wasn’t possible, not with Ronan Hall. He didn’t let anyone close.
And after how she’d been betrayed, neither should she. Remembering how badly she’d been hurt, how badly Ronan had hurt her, she scrambled off his lap. Then she ran back to the bar where he’d taken off her clothes.
“I could use a drink, too,” he murmured, as if that was what he thought she needed.
Instead of reaching for one of those decanters, she grabbed up her clothes and donned them in such haste that she didn’t realize her sweater was inside out, until Ronan tugged on the tag. Then he reached over her and lifted one of those decanters, and as he did, she noticed his hand was shaking.
Maybe he was as unnerved as she was. He must have dressed quickly, too, because his jeans were up and zipped again. Once he poured the drink, he walked back toward his desk—leaving the route to the door unobstructed.
Instinct prompted Muriel to run for it. If she was smart, she would. But if she was smart, she wouldn’t have come here today—she wouldn’t have risked seeing Ronan ever again.
