Page 30 of Legal Passion
“You’re the one who needs to leave,” Stone said. And he stepped closer until the guy was pressed entirely flat against the wall. “Now!”
Finally, Hillary moved from her doorway and grabbed Stone’s arm, tugging him back. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
Dwight had enough space now to ease from between the wall and Stone. He moved down the hall to where it curved around the bank of elevators. “Man, you must really hate to lose,” he bitterly remarked to Stone.
“You’re the one leaving,” Stone pointed out. So he was the one losing.
Dwight must have realized that because disappointment flashed in his eyes just before he literally turned that corner.
And Stone figuratively turned a corner. He went from the suave, cultured lawyer he had become back to the street kid who was always ready to fight.
Dwight was gone, so he turned toward Hillary. She was usually always ready to fight, too. And as if she’d read his mind, she swung her hand and slapped his shoulder.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” she asked again. “Why are you acting like a Neanderthal?”
“Because I am one,” he admitted. “You think it’s just a press release, but I was once a teenage runaway.”
She narrowed her eyes with suspicion. “Really? I know for a fact that not all your press releases are factual.”
“Not the last one,” he admitted. He knew she had no interest in her boss’s job. “But you are all about winning—yourgoodfriend just said so.”
He barely knew Dwight, but he hated the guy—hated that he’d touched her like Stone wanted to touch her again.Neededto touch her.
“And from living on the streets,” Stone continued, “I learned that I had to fight for what I wanted.”
“What do you want?” Hillary asked, and her usually strong voice sounded breathless.
Sheknew.
But he told her anyway. “You!” Then he pulled her into his arms. Her feet dangling above the floor, he walked her backward into her apartment and kicked the door closed behind them.
“I didn’t—”
Whatever she’d been about to say was lost when his mouth covered hers. He’d been so hungry for her for so long that he kissed her deeply, with all the emotion coursing through him. He didn’t recognize that first one—that one had been more intense than anger—because he’d never felt it before.
But he felt it again as he thought of Dwight coming here to be with Hillary. And he wanted to brand her as his.
He’d never felt such a primitive urge before. It was even more intense than when he’d lost control the first time they’d had sex. But just like then, she matched his passion.
Her fingers clutched his hair. But she didn’t pull him away from her. She held his head to hers as she kissed him back. Her desire was in her lips as they moved hungrily over his, in her tongue as it darted inside his mouth to taste him. Then she ran her hands over his sweater, molding the cashmere to his chest before she tugged on the hem to pull it up.
He stepped back, just enough so that he could drag off his sweater. Then he reached for hers. It had already fallen off one shoulder, leaving it bare but for the thin strap of a black bra. He tugged the sweater off and unclasped her bra so that it dropped to the floor, too.
Then he pushed down her pants and the little scrap of lace she wore beneath them. He had to have her now.
She reached for his belt, jerked it loose and lowered his zipper, metal hissing. His breath hissed, too, out between his clenched teeth, as she touched him, her fingers stroking over the head of his engorged cock.
He was too close to the edge. So he pulled her hand away. His was shaking as he fumbled for a condom and tore it open. He rolled it on quickly before he lifted her up and eased inside her.
She locked her legs and arms around him, clutching him as she moved. She was as desperate for release as he was, and for him as he was for her.
He turned her so that her back leaned against her front door. And he took her right there, just inside her apartment. He took her in a frenzy of need.
And not just for release.
He needed to be with her on a more elemental level, as if he was claiming her as his. He lowered his head and kissed her breasts, moving his mouth over the fullness of one before closing his lips over a nipple. He nipped at it gently with his teeth, and she cried out.
But it wasn’t in pain. She bucked and writhed in his arms, arching her hips as she slid up and down him.
