Page 18 of Legal Desire
To enjoy her.
He moved his hand between her legs, beneath her panties. When he stroked his fingers over her core, he found her wet again—ready for him.
So ready...
His cock throbbed with the desire to feel that wet heat of her core. He needed to bury himself inside her. So he stood up.
And she cried out in protest.
Maybe he could have tortured information from her then. She wanted him as desperately as he wanted her. But because that desperation gripped him, he could think of nothing but taking her.
Hard.
And fast.
He pulled off his shirt and kicked his jeans and underwear down his legs, stepping out of his shoes as he did. But then he had to grab his jeans up from the floor and search the pocket for a condom.
“Are you always prepared?” she asked. “Or were you confident you’d convince me to change my mind?”
“Both,” he answered honestly.
And she laughed. Then she pulled the condom from his hand. And for a second he felt a flash of panic. Maybe she’d changed her mind about having sex with him.
Before he could try to convince her again, she tore open the packet. Then she rolled the latex over his cock. And she lay back on the bed and told him, “Fuck me...”
She was nothing like he’d thought she was, nothing like the ice queen image she showed the rest of the world. She surprised him in the hottest possible way.
He dropped back onto the bed, kneeling between her long legs, which she’d spread wide for him. He couldn’t resist lowering his head and tasting her again.
She growled now and arched up. But just as her body began to convulse, he pulled back.
“Trevor!” she cried out in protest, and she reached for him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Then she raked them down his back until she grasped his butt, and she tugged him toward her.
He eased his cock inside her. She was so ready for him, her inner muscles clutching and pulling him deeper. He moved inside her, in and out, driving deeper with each thrust.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, riding him—meeting his thrusts.
He lowered his head and kissed her, deeply, his tongue thrusting into her mouth like he thrust his cock into her core. Her body shuddered as she came, and she screamed his name.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman as passionate as she was. Maybe never.
He didn’t let her relax from her orgasm. He reached between them, rubbing her nipples into tight peaks again. And he moved his hand lower and rubbed his thumb over her clit.
She shifted beneath him and moaned. “Damn you...”
He chuckled. But it was tense and hollow-sounding. He was so close to losing control. To losing his damn mind.
And she must have sensed that he teetered on the brink because she tried to push him over the edge. She raked her nails over his butt as she kissed him back—passionately. She nipped his bottom lip and then his tongue. And she rubbed her breasts against his chest. He felt the tightness of her nipples even through his hair, against his skin.
And he groaned, the pressure threatening to overwhelm him. Her inner muscles clutched him again, convulsing as she came. She cried out.
But her voice sounded muffled as his blood rushed through him. His body tensed even more before finally the tension shattered. And he came and came...
The orgasm was so powerful, so long...
He felt as if it might never end. And hers felt the same as her muscles continued to pulsate around his cock. Then finally she sank limply back onto the mattress.
He pulled away and summoned the strength to stand despite the shaking in his legs. There was another door next to the open closet one. He stumbled toward it and pushed it open. Fortunately, it was the bathroom. He stepped inside and closed the door.
He needed a minute. To clean up and to regroup...
He wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened. Simon had warned him that she could be dangerous.
He’d had no idea just how dangerous she was.
