Page 48 of Legal Passion
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
STONESTAREDDOWNat Hillary, kneeling between his legs, and a feeling more intense even than the release she’d just given him coursed through him. He was overwhelmed, awed and scared.
She scared the hell out of him. And not just because he suspected she was going to win this trial. She scared him because of how she made him feel.
Jealous.
Out of control.
And...
He wasn’t sure what the hell he felt because he’d never felt it before, so he had no way of identifying it. No way of knowing what it was or how to stop it.
But he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop. He certainly didn’t want to stop having sex with her. It was too good. She was too good.
He usually didn’t come for blow jobs; he couldn’t make himself relax or lose control enough. But with her...
Hillary had given him no choice. She’d taken his control and she’d given him pleasure unlike any he’d ever known—except in her body. He loved sliding inside her; it felt like sliding home.
He tensed as the thought brought back a rush of fear. Home had never been a good situation for him. But then, neither was this...because just like those fleeting moments his mother had been clean, this wasn’t going to last, either.
He and Hillary had no future together. They would always be sitting at different tables: her for the prosecution, him for the defense.
Not that he’d presented much of a defense yet for Byron. That was what he’d been working on when she’d shown up. He’d rather focus on her than the trial, though.
He pulled her up from the floor, but he stayed sitting while she stood. He unbuttoned her jacket and pushed it from her shoulders. She wore a blouse instead of one of her camisoles—maybe because it had gotten colder, or maybe because it had a high neckline and he had left some marks on her silky skin. When he unbuttoned those buttons and pushed it off her shoulders, he saw what he’d done the other night.
“Sorry,” he murmured, and he ran his fingertips over the slight discoloration.
“No, you’re not,” she told him.
And he grinned. “No, I’m not.”
If Dwight showed up at her place for another booty call, he’d know that she was taken now. But was she?
What the hell were he and Hillary doing? Whatever it was, he didn’t want it to stop. So he reached for her bra now, unclasping it so that the nude lace dropped onto the floor with her blouse and jacket.
“Stone...” She murmured his name on a sigh.
Even before he touched them, her nipples tightened into taut peaks. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue across one while he rubbed his thumb over the other.
She moaned and trembled as if her knees were shaking. She was so damn responsive.
He reached for the button on her skirt, but his hand was shaking slightly and he fumbled as he undid it.
“You’re being careful with the buttons today,” she murmured.
“We’ve been lucky none have taken out an eye,” he replied.
And she laughed that throaty laugh he loved so much. It was as sexy as her body, as her beautiful face, as her sharp mind.
She trailed her fingers over his cheekbone, beneath his eye. “You’d look sexy with a patch...” She leaned down and pressed her mouth over his, kissing him deeply. Their lips nibbled and clung to each other’s, tongues teasing.
When she lifted her head, he panted. She literally took his breath away.
He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down along with the tiny bit of lace that was her panties. He had to have her, his cock hard and pulsating with need again despite the release she’d given him.
He wanted her—needed her—so badly.
