Page 20 of Legal Passion
He leaned forward and kissed her—deeply, passionately. And as his tongue slid between her lips, he thrust again and again.
She kissed him back, as crazy for him as he seemed for her. She was beyond control, beyond anything but the passion that overwhelmed her.
He moved his lips from hers, down her throat to her breasts, which were still pushed over the cups of her red bra. And he closed his lips around a nipple again, tugging gently on it. As he did, she felt the pull from her nipple to her core.
Her inner muscles convulsed as she came, screaming his name. He tensed beneath her, and his hands gripped her hips. He drove her down on him—once, twice as he yelled out his pleasure.
She collapsed against his chest, slick with sweat, beads of it trickling through the soft dark hair and over the sculpted muscles. He was so damn sexy.
It wasn’t fair.
She’d had no intention of this happening ever again. This wasn’t why she’d waited for him outside the courthouse. This wasn’t what she’d intended.
But she forgot about her bra. Hell, she even forgot her panties. As she pulled herself off him and eased back into the passenger’s seat, she hurriedly did up the buttons that were left on her blouse before tugging her jacket over her shoulders. Then she straightened her skirt and ran her fingers through her hair.
The windows were tinted so nobody could see in. But now they were so steamed up that she couldn’t see out. She had no idea who might be waiting outside his vehicle.
A reporter.
The attendant who had been drawn out of his booth by all the noise they’d been making.
She couldn’t be seen. But she couldn’t stay with him anymore, not when she’d been tempted to lay her head on one of his broad shoulders and cuddle with him.
She didn’t have time for that, even when she wasn’t trying the case that would make or break her career. Hell, he could make or break her career.
“Give me what I came here for,” she told him.
“I thought I just did,” he said with a ragged sigh as his chest—his glorious naked chest—continued to rise and fall with heavy breaths.
Her face heated. “That’s not why I came here, and you know it.”
At least she hoped he did, that he didn’t think she was some clingy, needy female desperate to be with him.
He leaned back in his nearly reclined seat and closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep now. So she reached for his briefcase herself.
He caught her hand before she could even try to open the clasp. “No, no, no...” he admonished her. “No looking at my trial notes.”
She would love to get a peek at those. Maybe his mole would send some over to her like she or he had Byron Mueller’s and the alibi witness’s bank statements.
“Is this how I wound up with that evidence?” she wondered aloud. “Some woman got into your briefcase after you fell asleep on her?”
He narrowed his eyes and glared at her. But he didn’t answer her question.
Was he sleeping with someone else? Or had he been and that spurned lover was his little office mole?
Hillary told herself that she only cared because she didn’t want anything messing with the trial. But she knew that was a lie. Or she wouldn’t have had sex with him herself.
Twice.
And she was afraid that if she stayed inside the steamy SUV with him, they would have it again. Her gaze dropped to his lap and his cock was already beginning to swell to its enormous, aroused size.
She shook her head. “No. It’s not happening again.”
He grinned—that wicked grin that had her body tingling all over again. “I believe you said that before.”
“I mean it!” But just so she would not be tempted, she threw open the passenger’s door and hurried out of the vehicle and away from temptation. She didn’t care that he might get caught with his pants down; she didn’t want to get caught up with him again.
He could have her underwear, too. If he showed it to anyone, she’d just deny it was hers. It wasn’t like he could get DNA ordered on it. Of course, though, given how good a lawyer he was, he might be able to.
That was a risk she’d just have to take. It was safer than having sex with him again. Because she was afraid that if she did, she risked getting addicted to it.
And to him...
But before she could slam the door shut behind her, he uttered one last taunt. “You know that won’t be the last time.”
She could only hope that he was wrong. And that she would win that battle, just like she was going to win the trial.
