Page 75 of A Legal Affair
“Just forget it!” She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. “Let go of me, Caleb!”
“No, dammit.” He spun her around and pulled her against his hard chest, his flashing midnight eyes drilling into hers. “Tell me what you want, Daniela.”
“For starters, I want you to stop acting like a damn Neanderthal!”
“Is that what you want?” He grabbed her face, snarling against her lips, “Or do you want me to show you exactly what this Neanderthal can do?”
Lust slammed into her.Oh my God. “I?—”
He didn’t wait for her answer. His mouth descended, hard and hungry, taking hers with a savagery that knocked the breath from her lungs. She tried to resist at first, her hands shoving against his chest. But the fight quickly dissolved into a frantic clutching, her fingers fisting in his bespoke shirt, clawing his warm skin beneath. His tongue drove into her mouth, stripping away her defenses in a siege that was both brutal and tender, a paradox that embodied the complexity of the man himself.
Yearning shuddered through her. “Caleb…”
He broke the kiss, his chest heaving, dark eyes blazing in the moon’s silver light. In a sudden powerful move, he lifted her, sweeping her off her feet. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her legs around his hips as he pivoted and stalked forward, the muscles of his arms and shoulders bunching, testosterone and aggression pouring off him like hot rain. He carried her back to the car, not to the passenger door but to the gleaming hood of the Lamborghini. He laid her down none too gently, her back flat against the sloped metal. It was still warm from the engine, a welcome contrast to the cool lake air.
He braced his hands on either side of her head, his big body hovering above hers, his eyes pinning her to the spot like a trapped butterfly. Moonlight filtered through the trees, highlighting the masculine contours of his face, the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the fierce intensity of his gaze.
“Did you really think I’d let you go?” His guttural growl rumbled along the darkness. “You think you can just start a fucking inferno and then walk away?”
Her breath hitched. Her anger was gone, replaced by a searing, elemental ache that trickled down her spine and spreadthrough her core. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders, the skirt bunched around her upper thighs as he stood between them. She could feel the massive bulge of his erection through her panties, a scorching promise of what was to come.
“No, Caleb,” she answered breathlessly. “I know I can’t walk away from you. I couldn’t even if I tried.”
He came down on her then, kissing her forcefully as he rolled his hips between her legs, rubbing her clit with his cock and feeding her need with his own. Arousal soaked her panties in seconds as he reached under her dress, his warm hand sliding over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, pushing the material up, up, up until his fingers brushed her lace panties.
A gasp shivered from her throat as his thumb found her drenched slit through the wispy fabric, pressing and stroking until her hips lifted shamelessly, meeting his touch. His mouth broke from hers to trail hot kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to the hammering pulse in the hollow of her throat.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval as he rubbed her panties against her pussy. “My good girl, always dripping for me.”
She whimpered as his agile fingers slipped under the lace, finding her slick clit already swollen and throbbing. He began a slow caress, a sensuous circular motion that sent shocks of sizzling electricity through her core.
“Caleb,” she breathed out his name like a prayer. “Please.”
“Please what, Daniela?” he challenged, his voice a deliciously raspy growl against her hypersensitive skin. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“You,” she whimpered, her whole body trembling. “All of you. Inside me. Please, Caleb.”
He let out an uncivilized groan, dragging his mouth from her throat and returning to her lips, kissing her with a ferocity thatleft her breathless, her head spinning wildly. His hand moved to the waistband of her soaked bikini panties, ripping them off with a single decisive tear and swiftly pocketing the ruined scraps. She shivered as the chill lake air hit her exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the molten puddle between her thighs.
He pulled her up from the car, those black-lashed eyes glowing with a dark, feral hunger. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes, please,” she panted as he reached for his belt, his movements quick and deadly efficient. The rasp of the leather and the metallic hiss of his zipper echoed in her ears, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he shoved his slacks down. His cock sprang free, the thick length slapping his stomach.
She whimpered at the sexy sound as he positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her entrance. It was so hot and hard, already dripping with precum, and she could feel the pulse beating at its tip.
A needy quiver ran through her and she parted her legs wider, inviting him in while her hips lifted, breathlessly urging him on.
“Look at me, Daniela.” His voice was like crushed gravel, gritty and thick with lust. “Look what you do to me.”
She lifted her eyes to meet his, mesmerized by the pure animal need in his glittering gaze. Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he entered her slowly, achingly slow, watching her face as he stretched her open. A long, shuddering moan escaped her lips as he sank deeper, inch by agonizing inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a bone-melting pleasure flooding through her. He was impossibly big, impossibly full, and her muscles instinctively clenched around him in a viselike clasp that made him suck in a sharp hiss through his teeth.
“Gahdamn, you’re tight,” he ground out.
He pulled all the way out and then plunged back in, a ferociously dominant thrust that made her gasp, her ankleslocking behind his back. His large tattooed hand went around her throat, lightly squeezing as he stared deep into her eyes, conveying a clear message of ownership as he bottomed out inside her.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice choked with pleasure. Her head fell back and her spine arched, her nails scraping the painted hood of the car as his cock began sliding in and out of her, the wet friction building with every stroke. He felt so damn good she had to bite her lip to keep from crying or screaming, maybe both at the same time.
“Ever since you walked into my classroom, Daniela, I’ve been fighting a losing battle to resist you, and it’s driving me out of my damn mind.” His long fingers tightened around her throat, and some depraved part of her, the one she didn’t know existed, found that she loved being choked, her pussy creaming and spasming around him every time he squeezed.
