Page 19 of Legal Desire
CHAPTER FIVE
ALLISONSTAREDATthe closed bathroom door. And for a moment she wished it had a lock on the outside, so she could keep him in there. Not forever...
Just long enough for her to recover. What the hell had just happened?
She wouldn’t have been surprised if security showed up at her door. She’d been screaming like a banshee. She couldn’t remember ever enjoying sex as much as she had with Trevor Sinclair.
The door opened. Unfortunately, it hadn’t taken him very long to clean up. He strode, in all his naked glory, back to the bedroom. And as he stared down at her naked body, lying limply on the tangled sheets, he groaned.
“Damn, woman.”
“Damn you,” she said. “Obviously, everything I’ve heard about your prowess was true.”
He snorted. “Prowess?”
“You have to have heard all the talk about the legendary lovers you and your partners are.”
“That’s legendary lawyers,” he said with a grin of pride.
“That, too,” she agreed. “But that’s not all you’re known for...”
He lay down next to her on the bed. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he rolled her up against his side.
She tensed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked. “Snuggling?”
He chuckled. “You sound so appalled.”
“I am. I told you—no emotions.” There was no way in hell she was ever going to fall for a lawyer, especially one who wanted to cross over into politics.
“You’re the one who sounds emotional,” he said. “I’m just tired.”
“Then go home.”
“Why?” he asked. “When there’s a perfectly good bed right here.” He closed his eyes as if he intended to go to sleep.
And panic shot through her.
“It’s my bed,” she said.
“So this really is your room?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He lifted a lid and peered around the room. “Looks like it could belong to a vampire. Why so dark?”
“So I can sleep.”
“You have trouble with that?”
“Usually.” She suspected she would have no trouble tonight, not after all those orgasms. But she couldn’t drift off to sleep—not with him in her bed.
“Guilt?” he asked.
“What?” She was tired, too, so tired that she had no idea what the hell he was talking about.
“Do you feel guilty over some of the stuff you’ve done?” he asked.
“What stuff?”
