Page 11 of Touch of Smoke
“You’re not going by yourself. Did you get a lawyer? If not, I’ll get you one.”
She tilted her head and could only stare at him. “Yes, I, um, Uncle Larry knew a guy whose cousin is a lawyer. I called him last week as soon as I received the subpoena.”
“Text me the guy’s name,” he said. “And I’ll check him out. You don’t want just anybody with a degree representing you.” Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’ve got at least two people I know can help you out. I’m gonna shoot them a text right now and let them know to be on standby.”
“Wait a minute. I just told you I called someone already,” she told him.
He only glanced up at her briefly before he turned his attention back to his phone. “I don’t know that dude. And I’m not letting you go to something like that without proper representation.”
She leaned over then and grabbed his wrist intending to stop him from completing and sending the text. “Stop it, Ro. You’re being ridiculous. I’ll be fine with the guy I have.”
The look he gave her then was dry and he returned his attention to typing the text as if her hand wasn’t still on his wrist. When she jerked on his wrist to get his fingers away from the phone he glared at her. “You playing?” he asked with arched brows.
“No, you are,” she replied. “Just stop sending the message and we can finish talking. You said you wanted to hear about my plans.”
“And I do,” he said. “But I also want to make sure you’re straight when you go to that deposition. So, why don’t you release my hand and slide your butt back over to your side of the couch.”
“No.” It was an instinctive answer. “Plus, it’s too late at night for you to be texting people unless it’s an emergency or a booty call. I know this text isn’t an emergency, so I’ll just assume it’s not the booty call either.”
“Oh, you got jokes,” he said and let his lips slide into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Let me go, Sariya.”
“No,” she repeated.
Now their gazes were locked, similar to the way they used to do when they’d have those stare offs, or when they’d play that hand slapping game which Ro always won after he’d slapped her poor hands until they radiated with pain.
“Sariya.” The warning tone in the way he said her name went ignored. He didn’t scare her.
“Ronan,” she replied.
He chuckled then, but kept his gaze on hers. “Oh, so youareready to play,” he said. “Bet. Then here’s how this is gonna go, either you release my wrist or I push your ass back on these cushions and fuck all that playing out of you.”
And now she was silent. She was still. She was…aroused.
On a quick huff, she said, “You wouldn’t.”
The grin that spread across his face now was nothing short of menacing. It was panty droppingly sexy and a mere distraction for how quickly he moved. Before she could even blink, he had her back pressed against those very cushions he’d just mentioned, his body spread on top of hers and his phone, well that was somewhere she didn’t even know and didn’t care. Her immediate thoughts had slid down their bodies to rest at the erection quickly coming to life against her thigh.
“So, you still in the mood to play?” he asked, glaring down at her.
His eyes darkened with the lust she’d been fighting desperately to ignore. During the pinning down he’d just executed, one of his arms had gone around her waist while the other had gripped her arm. He now pushed that arm up above her head. Then deftly maneuvered the arm he had at her back, until he was able to push her other arm up to meet its partner. There, he used one hand to lock both her wrists above her head.
He reared back a little more and looked down at her body. “You out here wearing this little ass shirt. Look how fast that shit rose up. I can see the edge of your bra.” He groaned after that last word. “Fuckin’ black lace.”
She squirmed beneath his perusal. “Don’t look,” she shot back.
Not get the hell off of me. Not, I’m about to go home. Not, I don’t want to fuck you, Ro. Because all of that would’ve been a denial she couldn’t quite accept.
He smirked. “Oh, I’m gonna do more than look. With your sexy self,” he muttered before bringing his mouth back down to hers. He nipped her bottom lip first, pulling it away just a bit before letting it go and nipping it again. This time he sank his teeth into her plump lip until she hissed. Then he released it and licked his tongue over the spot he’d just kissed. That licking grew intense really quick and before she could get out a moan, he’d sucked it completely into his mouth.
She couldn’t help it she circled her hips beneath him. Shimming just a little until she could lift up and grind her pussy against his dick. Clothes be damned, that shit still felt good.
In the next instant, Ro was dipping his tongue inside her mouth again, this time to pull her tongue into his as he sucked and met the gyrations of her hips with thrusts of his own. She whimpered and lifted her legs until she could wrap them aroundRo’s waist and clasp them at the ankles. He released her tongue and growled.
“Hell, fuckin’ yeah, baby,” he whispered roughly into her ear before burying his face in her neck. “I missed feeling you wrapped around me like this, Sariya.” He bit her neck. She gasped and he licked the spot until she moaned.
“You miss me baby?” He ground into her again. “Tell me you missed me.”
“I did.” The words fell from her mouth on a whimper.
