Page 35 of Legal Passion
And then he teased her with his mouth until she was the one all worked up. She clutched her sheets in her hands as she writhed around on the mattress. The tension was wound so tightly inside her that she thought she might break. Then he flicked his tongue across her clit and slid his fingers inside her, and she did break, shattering into a million pieces as she came.
Shuddering with the release, she sank back against the bed. But then he was there, covering her limp body with his. The hair on his chest brushed across her nipples, making them tighten into sensitive peaks. And the tension wound inside her again. Despite that shattering release, she wanted him again. But he continued to tease her, just brushing his body against hers and his lips across her lips.
She wanted him as out of his mind as he was making her. So she touched him back, gliding her fingertips over every perfect inch of his body.
He groaned and cursed her as he reached for his jeans and grabbed another condom from a pocket. A muscle twitched along his tightly clenched jaw as he rolled it on. Then he eased himself inside her.
She tightened her inner muscles, pulling him deep.
And he groaned again. “You’re driving me crazy!”
She could relate. He did the same to her. And she must have lost her mind to have let him into her apartment and now her bed. But she wasn’t about to kick him out when she needed him so badly.
“Stone...” She raked her nails down his back to his butt, urging him to thrust harder, deeper.
Instead, he drew out. “What?” he asked, but his voice was so rough with passion it was barely recognizable. While he was teasing her, he was not unaffected himself. “What do you want, Hillary?”
“You!” She arched her hips and wrapped her legs around him. “I want you!”
Her confession seemed to snap his control. For he moved again, sliding in and out of her. And he lowered his head, kissing her deeply.
Until Stone—until experiencing the passion she felt with him—Hillary had never really understood crimes of passion. But as her tension broke and her body shuddered with the force of the orgasm Stone had given her, she understood why someone might kill to feel like this, the way only he had ever made her feel.
His body tensed, then shuddered, too, as his tension broke. He leaned his forehead against hers as he panted for breath. And he cursed her again.
And she knew that she had won this argument.
But what would happen once she won the trial? Would she and Stone never do this again? Never see each other again? Never feel this way again?
She didn’t feel like such a winner now—when she considered all that she might lose with winning.
