Page 19 of Legal Passion
Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened with shock as they darkened with desire. “Stone...”
She said his name as a warning.
He slid his palm higher until his fingers edged under her skirt and over the silk of her panties.
And this time when she uttered his name, it was on a moan. She shifted against the leather, and he pushed aside the silk of her panties to stroke his fingers over the silk of the short blond curls on her mound.
“Stone...” She shook her head. “We shouldn’t—”
He cut her off with his mouth as he covered her lips with his. He kissed her deeply, pushing her head against the leather headrest while he slid his fingers inside her. She was already wet.
He made her wetter, sliding his fingers in and out of her just like he slid his tongue in and out of her mouth. She suckled on it with her lips. And he groaned, wanting her sucking on him instead.
She made him crazy as no one else ever had. Even when he’d been a teen, he hadn’t steamed up the windows of a vehicle like he was steaming up the SUV with her. Of course, when he was young, he hadn’t been able to afford a vehicle.
While kissing might have been enough when he was a kid, it wasn’t enough now. He needed to bury himself inside her.
* * *
Hillary gripped Stone’s arms as the orgasm rocked her. He’d made her come with just his kiss and his fingers. He hadn’t even taken off her clothes. Or his.
She wanted his clothes off. She wanted hers off. She was so damn hot that her hair was sticking to her forehead and her clothes were sticking to her skin. She wanted him so badly—even after that orgasm.
It hadn’t been enough. She knew he could give her more—so many more.
“Don’t push me away,” he murmured, his voice a low growl of frustration.
He needed her, too.
So he must have found her more than cute. She intended to make sure he found her more than cute. Grateful for the tinted windows, she stripped off her suit jacket. Then she reached for the buttons on her silk blouse.
She’d had no intention of repeating her mistake with him. But for some reason she’d worn her sexiest bra. It was red, like the blouse. But she’d only revealed a peek of it—like Stone had her nude bra in court—before he pushed her fingers aside and pulled her blouse open.
Buttons pinged and glanced off the window. She didn’t care. She cared only that he pushed down the cups of the bra and closed his lips around a nipple. And the tension he’d just released wound tighter and more intense inside her. He lightly nipped at her nipple with his teeth.
And she nearly came again.
She liked sex. But she couldn’t remember it ever feeling like it did with Stone—so...out of control.
She clutched his head to her breast. He teased her with his tongue, with his teeth. And she did come again—a little.
“You are so damn hot,” he murmured as he slid his fingers inside her again.
She wanted him just as hot for her. So she moved her hands from his hair to his neck. She jerked his tie loose and attacked the buttons of his shirt. At least one of them pinged loose and hit the dash. Then she raked her short no-nonsense nails down the sculpted muscles of his chest to the buckle of his belt.
He sucked in a breath and his body tensed. “Hillary...”
She didn’t heed the warning in his voice. She unclasped his belt and unzipped his fly, freeing the erection that had already burst through the opening in his boxers. She pushed his shoulders back so that she had room to lean over the console. Then she closed her lips around the head of him.
He was too big for her to take him all in her mouth. But she slid her lips up and down the length of him, teasing him like he’d teased her.
But before she could give him any release, he pushed his seat back, pulling himself away from her mouth. He must have pulled a condom from his wallet at some point because he quickly sheathed himself. Then he reached for her, dragging her over the console. As he did, he pulled down her underwear, dropping it somewhere.
She didn’t care where—she only cared that she was suddenly straddling him with his penis easing inside her. She pushed down so that he filled her. And a moan of pleasure slipped through her lips.
Why did he feel so damn good inside her?
Then he moved, arching his hips up from the seat. But he didn’t buck her off; she was holding too tightly to him, her inner muscles clutching at him while her arms clutched his shoulders.
