Page 31 of Legal Desire
“Because you’re beautiful,” he said. And he stepped away from the door so that only inches separated their bodies. “And smart and intriguing.”
She stared up at him. “You were very angry with me earlier today,” she reminded him.
“And infuriating,” he added, and this time when he flashed his grin, it reached his eyes, warming the green.
“You wanted my help revamping your image,” she said. “Is that why you’re here? Because you’ve realized I’m right?”
He shook his head. “I’m here because I want you. Not your help.”
So maybe she had been fired. But she didn’t care when he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.
“Mmmm...” he murmured against her lips. “You taste good.”
She’d snuck a bite of the chicken from the container. And now Trevor snuck a bite of her lip, nipping the lower one between his teeth.
She moaned now. He tasted good, too, that rich flavor that was his alone. She slid her tongue into his mouth to savor him, to savor the kiss.
But he pulled back, lifting his head away from hers.
She blinked and stared up at him. Why had he stopped? Was he just messing with her?
But now his eyes were dark, the pupils dilated with desire. The same desire that burned inside her.
“Where are your keys?” he asked between pants for breath.
The kiss had affected him just as much as it had her. She fumbled in the front pocket of her purse and pulled out the keys. But her hand shook so much that she struggled to get the key in the lock.
Trevor wrapped his hand around hers. But instead of steadying it, it unsettled her more. Her skin tingled. Her pulse raced. She wanted him so badly.
His hand over hers, he turned the key and pushed open the door. Then he gently pushed her inside and slammed the door shut with his foot. Fortunately, she had a table in the foyer because she quickly dropped her purse, the takeout and keys onto it to free her hands.
Then she reached for him, her shaky fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt like they had the keys in the lock. She only undid a few before he stepped back and jerked it over his head, dropping it to the floor.
He undressed her, stripping away her jacket and her blouse before reaching for the clasp of her slacks. “You’re wearing too damn many clothes,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. But then the slacks dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, left only in her heels and her silk underwear.
He groaned. “Maybe it was a good thing you were wearing all that when I saw you earlier or Edward might have heard something else through your office door.”
“What—” But before she could ask any questions, he covered her mouth and kissed her again, deeply. And as he kissed her, he touched her. He unclasped her bra and pushed it from her shoulders. Then he cupped her breasts in his palms, teasing the nipples into tight buds with his thumbs.
She moaned into his mouth. Then he moved his hand lower, between her thighs.
He groaned. “You’re so wet.”
“For you,” she said. He made her so damn hot. Her clit pulsed with the need for release. Then his thumb brushed over that, and she cried out.
“And hot,” he murmured.
She needed him—so badly...
She reached for the button of his jeans, freeing it before jerking down his zipper. His cock sprang free, pushing against the knit material of his boxers. She pushed those down and closed her hand around his shaft. He was so big, so long.
She needed him inside her, filling her.
But he jerked back.
And for a moment she feared that he’d just been messing with her, getting payback for how she’d treated him. But then he ripped open a condom and sheathed himself.
