Page 56 of Legal Passion
So he turned the tables on her. “What about you? Why are you having sex with me?” he asked. “Was it just so you could distract me so much with thoughts of being with you, of being inside you?” He groaned as he thought of it, of how damn wonderful it felt moving inside her.
And a little moan slipped through her lips. She’d been holding her keys in her hand, along with her bag of food; they jingled as she turned toward her door with them and suddenly jammed them into the lock.
He knew she wanted to feel it, too—what he felt every time they were together. The passion. The heat.
The rightness.
“If that was your plan,” he said, as he lowered his head to brush his lips across the nape of her neck, “it worked. You’ve distracted the hell out of me!”
The locks clicked, and she pushed open the door. He waited—uncertain what to expect. Had he gotten through to her? Or was she still as icily furious as she’d been at the Tombs?
When she turned back toward him, her eyes weren’t cold. They were dark, dilated with desire. She reached out, but instead of slapping him, like she had earlier, she grabbed his tie and tugged him into the apartment with her.
The door slammed behind Stone. He wasn’t certain if she’d kicked it or he had. He covered her hand on his tie and asked, “Are you going to use this to strangle me?”
“I should,” she told him.
“Why?” he asked.
“You know why. You never told me about that bon—”
He covered her lips with his fingers. “No. Why did you kiss me back that first time I kissed you?”
Her face flushed, and her eyes got bright. She sighed and admitted, “Because I lusted after you for years.”
He couldn’t help the grin from spreading across his face. “Really?”
“Like you didn’t know,” she said.
He shook his head. “I had no clue.”
She tugged his tie free and let it drop to the floor. Then she moved on to the buttons of his shirt. She didn’t rip them open this time. Instead, she took her time with each one, slowly opening his shirt. “How can you look like this and not know every woman in court is lusting after you?”
He chuckled. “I thought you hated me,” he said.
“I do,” she readily replied.
Even as a pang struck his heart, he laughed again. “Really?”
“Of course. You represent rich and privileged clients.”
“You’re rich and privileged,” he reminded her.
She wrinkled her nose at him. “No. My father is.”
And she’d made certain not to trade in on that. He respected that. If only she respected him, too.
“I don’t hate you,” he told her.
She tilted her head and studied his face. “But you hate losing.”
He couldn’t deny that. “I do.”
“And you’d do anything to win,” she said, repeating his client’s words.
“That’s not why I kissed you.”
“Word got out around the Meet Market that you and your partners deliberately set out to seduce women to get what you want.”
