Page 41 of Legal Passion
“That’s what I told the dry cleaner,” he said.
She laughed. “You probably just threw out the shirts and bought new ones.”
She knew him too damn well. That was why she was such a formidable adversary in court and such a thorough and exciting lover.
He tugged off her camisole and found another nude lace bra beneath. “Isn’t that what you did?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. I have several of these. They don’t show beneath my clothes.” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry I’m not like the lingerie models and designers you date.”
“Not me,” he corrected her. “My partners date those women.”
“What kind of women do you date?” she asked, cocking her head as if interested but also a tiny bit jealous.
He loved that jealousy on her. It felt better there than feeling it himself. “Oh, smart, practical women who buy bras that won’t show beneath their clothes.”
She smiled.
He fingered the strap of her bra before he reached for the clasp behind her back. He undid it and pulled it from her beautiful breasts. “But if you have more than one of these, why did you want that one back?” he asked.
Her smile turned into a grimace. “I didn’t want you showing it to anyone else.”
“You’re the only one who saw it,” he assured her.
And she released a breath of release.
“But your panties...” He waited for a long moment before adding, “...are dangling from my rearview mirror.”
And she smacked his shoulder. And laughed.
There was something about her laugh that reached inside Stone, that wrapped around his heart and squeezed it tightly. As much as he enjoyed sparring with her in court and having sex with her out of it, he enjoyed talking to her, joking around with her.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked.
It had hurt—that twinge in his heart. But he rubbed his shoulder instead and groaned. “Yeah, woman, you don’t know your own strength.”
“Oh, I know,” she said, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head down toward hers. Then she kissed him—deeply, passionately—her lips nibbling on his before she slid her tongue into his mouth.
She tasted like chocolate again. But it wasn’t dark this time. It was smooth and mild. Milk chocolate...
He smiled against her lips. Just like the nude bra, he found it incredibly sexy. Hell, he found everything about her sexy.
That twinge struck his heart again, and he recognized it this time. It was fear.
* * *
Stone’s lips stilled beneath hers. He wasn’t kissing her back. He was in a strange mood tonight. Playful one minute, morose the next.
She pulled back and asked, “What’s wrong?”
But he didn’t answer her. He only stared at her with an intensity she’d never seen in him before. She’d always considered Stone intense. Then he lifted her up and clutched her closely to his chest. His hair tickled her nipples, making them taut and sensitive.
A moan slipped through her lips. She arched her neck, and his lips were there, sliding down her throat. He nibbled and suckled.
“Are you trying to give me a hickey for court?” she asked.
He chuckled. “That’s a good idea. Maybe if you wore a turtleneck, you wouldn’t distract me so damn much.”
“I distract you?”
