Page 44 of Legal Seduction
Chapter Twelve
WHATTHEHELLdid she do to him? With her, he had no control. He couldn’t resist her; he couldn’t do anything but want her.
He swung her up in his arms and carried her toward the room that had to be her bedroom. But she caught the jamb before he could carry her over the threshold.
“Put me down,” she told him.
“What—why?” Had she changed her mind? That wasn’t like her. She didn’t have much more control than he did once they started kissing.
Touching...
“I—I have to put something away first,” she said. She wriggled down from his arms and rushed into the bedroom.
Before he could follow her inside, she closed the door on his face. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he heard a lock click, as well.
She really did not want him inside her bedroom. The last time he’d been in her apartment, he hadn’t gotten beyond the couch in the living room where they’d had sex. Tonight he’d wanted to be in her bed nearly as badly as he wanted to be inside her.
But now he wondered if he would be allowed in either? Had she locked herself inside for the night? Did she want him to leave?
Stunned, he could only stand there for several long moments. What the hell was going on in there? What was she doing? He lifted his hand to knock, but before his fist could strike the white-painted wood, the door opened.
She reached for his hand and tugged him inside the room with her. Looking over her head, he peered around the space. Like the living room, the floors were dark hardwood—the plaster ceilings high. The exterior wall was brick with a tall window while the other walls were painted a dreamy blue. The bed, a fluffy-looking queen-size one, shared the space with a library table that had been converted to a desk. If she’d taken any records from the office, they were probably stashed in that desk.
“Should I check the closet?” he asked. “Did you push a lover in there?”
She laughed. “No. I was getting this out of the closet.” She stepped back and twirled around to show off the negligee she wore. It wasn’t as long as the one she’d had on the first day he’d come to her apartment. This one barely covered her luscious ass.
Like all her other outfits, it had a bow on it—this one on the front—at the top of the satin ribbon that crisscrossed the bodice, binding it together. The pale blue fabric was a wispy lace through which her nipples showed.
He groaned. “Damn, woman, how much of this stuff do you own?”
And who had bought it for her? Had she bought it for herself? Or had a lover picked out the lingerie for her to wear for him?
Something flashed through him—something he hadn’t felt since he was a kid—envying kids who’d had a mom and a dad and a house, who hadn’t had to con people for money for food and clothes.
How he’d hated those kids, hated that they’d taken for granted what he’d always wished he had.
Her brow puckered as she stared up at him; she must have caught the expression on his face. “Don’t you like it?”
He automatically reached for the bow, running his fingers over the satin ribbon. “I love it,” he said. “I love it all...” Most of all, he loved her body, the sweet curves of it, the soft skin.
The heat and the passion that burned him when he slid inside her, when he slid home. Desperate for her, he tugged the bow loose so the negligee dropped from her body. Then he pushed her back onto the bed.
He’d never felt this way, never felt so desperate to claim someone as his. Hell, he’d never wanted to claim anyone as his—until Bette.
He moved his hands and lips over her body, spreading his kiss and caress as if he were branding her as his. He had never felt possessive of another human being before. Had never felt this madness in his blood and his fiercely pounding heart.
Her heart pounded just as fast and furiously beneath his palm that cupped her breast. She was just as excited as he was, her chest heaving as she panted for breath.
He’d never had anyone match his passion the way Bette did. He didn’t have to make sure she was ready for him. He knew she already was. And of course when he stroked his fingers over her mound, he found her hot and ready. And a pulse beat there for him, in her clit.
Her breath shuddered out as she arched off the bed. “Simon...”
She needed him just as badly as he needed her. But with her, he wanted to make sure she got as much pleasure as he did. So he moved down her body. And he slid his tongue over her clit, back and forth.
She whimpered and shifted against the bed. Her hands clutched his shoulder and then his hair. “Simon!”
He thrust his fingers inside her. And she came.
