Page 21 of Legal Desire
He had one hand on her hip, from the arm wrapped around her shoulders. Now he moved the other hand over her breasts, stroking one nipple until it peaked. “I want you again.”
She wanted to deny him, wanted to send him away because she didn’t feel safe anymore. She didn’t think he would hurt her physically. But there was something he knew—something he wasn’t sharing with her—and she worried that that could hurt her. Secrets had always done more damage in her life than the truth ever had.
That was why she felt no guilt over the press releases she’d given the media. Every time she’d thought she’d been telling the truth. It was only lately that she’d learned at least one of those times she’d been spreading other people’s lies.
“It’s late,” she said. But with the drapes drawn, she really had no idea what time it was. “You should go.”
“Why?” he asked. “You have trouble sleeping anyway.”
She would have thought that she wouldn’t anymore, at least not tonight. But he’d unnerved her.
As he continued to rub her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he unnerved her even more. His touch affected her as she’d never been affected before.
Desire coursed through her body, heating her flesh, making her pulse quicken. He rolled onto his side, so that he stared down at her. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
There was such intimacy in his kiss. He kissed her like he knew her. And no one really knew Allison.
She’d made certain of that.
But he kissed and touched her as if he was inside her head, as if he knew exactly what she wanted. Him.
She wanted him with an intensity she’d never felt before. That scared her, too.
That fear also excited her, making her pulse pound faster.
When he lifted his head from hers, she panted for breath, her lungs burning. He lowered his head to her chest. And he kissed his way across a breast before closing his lips around the nipple.
She arched up from the mattress as pleasure jolted her. Her body was so sensitive now to his. And he took advantage of that, stoking the desire inside her, so that there was no way she could have sent him away, not until he released the tension he’d built within her.
He did know her well—too well. How she hated feeling so vulnerable. But he made her feel other things she’d never felt before: desire and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. He moved down her body, his hair tickling her stomach and then her mound. And he skimmed his lips across her clit.
She cried out at another jolt of pleasure.
“You are so sensitive...” he murmured as if surprised.
Maybe he’d bought her ice queen image. Unlike his legendary lover reputation, though, hers was not deserved. At least not with him.
If she’d been ice, she would have melted away from the heat of his touch, of his body sliding over hers. He moved his tongue over now, licking, teasing...
She came. She couldn’t help it. She was so sensitized to his lovemaking. But she didn’t want to be the only vulnerable one. She pushed hard to get him onto his back. Then she moved her mouth over his body, tasting and licking every inch of flesh and muscle.
He panted for breath now and squirmed against the mattress. And when she closed her mouth over his cock, he arched up as if helpless to resist her. But he was bigger than she was. So he easily lifted her away from him.
Then the sound of plastic tearing joined their pants and the pounding of their hearts. His hand shaking, he sheathed himself. Then he lifted her, guiding her to slide down on top of him.
She took him inside, deeper even than she had before. He was so big. He filled her in a way she’d never been filled before. Then his hands clutched her hips, and he began to move her.
Allison caught the rhythm and moved with him, driving them both out of their minds. He was so big, so deep, that she came easily, again and again. Her body convulsed around him.
And finally, he came, too, shouting her name.
She collapsed onto his chest and thought about letting him stay that way—in her bed, inside her...
But he moved, lifting her off so that he could return to the bathroom. That brief distance brought her to her senses. She couldn’t let him stay. She couldn’t risk doing that again. Not now.
Not when she was feeling so unsettled and vulnerable. She grabbed up his clothes. And when he stepped out of the bathroom, she thrust them into his hands. “Get dressed and get out.”
“Brrr...” He mock-shivered. “And here I was beginning to believe your reputation was not deserved.”
