Page 66 of Legal Attraction
“I told you I wouldn’t try to tie you down anymore,” she reminded him.
“I want to be tied down,” he said, “with you.”
He stripped off his clothes before knotting the end of each tie around one of the posts of his four-poster bed. Then he lay down on the king-size bed. “Tie me up,” he invited her.
Muriel leaned over him, her beautiful face even more gorgeous with the big smile that curved up her full lips. “I love you.”
The words hit him hard and made him hard, his cock swelling and extending toward her. He wanted to bury himself inside her—wanted to be so close that it wasn’t possible to tell where one of them ended and the other began. But before he could reach for her, Muriel cinched a tie around his wrist. Then his other one and his ankles.
He had promised her this—had promised he’d give up control to her. But it was killing him. Then she was killing him with soft kisses and caresses...
With her lips and her fingertips, she touched every inch of his skin—in places he hadn’t even realized he was sensitive. Like his knee and his hip...
He wanted to move, but he didn’t fight the restraints. He didn’t fight the feelings.
And when she closed her lips around his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth, he nearly came. But she just teased him, swirling her tongue around his girth. She even nibbled gently on the head.
He groaned. “Muriel, I want you... I want to be inside you...”
She pulled back and stared down at him. And for a moment, he wondered if this was it—her revenge. She was going to leave him tied up and out of his mind with passion and just walk away. But she’d said she loved him. Did she?
* * *
Muriel saw that fear flicker through Ronan’s dark eyes again. And she knew he’d made himself more vulnerable to her than he had ever been.
His gorgeous body was naked and tethered to his bed. His cock pulsated with the need for release from the tension she’d built inside him.
But it was his heart that was most vulnerable—because, for the first time, Muriel could see it. Ronan’s heart was in his gaze as he stared up at her. He didn’t have to say the words she had. She knew. He loved her.
“I love you,” she told him again.
And his body relaxed—slightly—and the fear passed out of his eyes, which warmed with that love she’d already seen. “I love you,” he said.
He didn’t have to tell her. She knew that was the first time he’d ever said those words to a woman. And she was so damn glad she was that woman.
His woman...
She pulled off her dress and dropped it to the floor on top of his clothes. She wore the lingerie she’d modeled last in the show. The silk and lace was purple and black and sexy as hell with bows holding it together in the back. She turned around, so he could see the bows as she tugged them loose.
Then the lingerie dropped to the floor—leaving her as naked as he was.
He struggled now against those restraints. “I want to touch you,” he said, his voice gruff. “I have to touch you...”
And she needed his touch. She untied his silk power-tie bindings.
But when he was free, he didn’t automatically reach for her. Instead, he studied her face. “You’re not afraid I’m going to run off?”
She shook her head. “Not anymore...”
He leaned closer and kissed her lips. “I’m not going anywhere...”
“Well, this is your place,” she reminded him.
He laughed and leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you.”
Love rushed through her—along with desire. The power of both stunned her. “I hated you,” she said, “after what you did to me in court and the media.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes darkening with regret. He lowered his head, as if unable to look at her. “I hate myself for what I did.”
