Page 32 of Legal Desire
And she expelled a shaky breath of relief—one he swallowed with his mouth. Then he lifted her right out of her heels. And he wrapped her legs around his hips as he guided his shaft inside her.
She shifted in his arms, clutching his shoulders and his back, trying to take him deeper. The muscles rippled in his arms and his chest as he held her up. Then he began to move inside her, thrusting.
And she moved, too, riding him in a frenzy. Desire overwhelmed her. She needed a release from the madness to which he’d driven her with just his touch, his kiss...
He continued to kiss her, their tongues mating like their bodies. He slid in and out. And she rode up and down. Her nails nipped into his shoulders as she struggled to move faster. She was so close.
Suddenly, she shattered, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that went on and on.
He drew it out of her as he drove inside her—over and over again.
She screamed his name. Then he tensed and a low groan ripped from his throat as he found his release. His body shuddered, his legs shaking slightly.
“If Edward is listening outside this door, he won’t like what he just heard,” Trevor murmured.
“If anyone was listening outside this door, they probably just called security,” she remarked.
He lifted her off him, but when he set her on her feet, she found her legs were wobbly, so wobbly that she would have fallen had he not caught her.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he clutched her arms in his big hands.
She nodded and stepped away from him. But she wasn’t okay. She wasn’t sure what the hell had just happened. “I thought you were mad at me.”
He nodded. “I am,” he said. “I’m furious with you.”
Trev was still very angry with Allison. But as angry as he was, he hadn’t been able to stay away from her. And not just because he needed to find proof that she was the mole. He’d needed her physically. He had needed that powerful release she’d given him a short while ago.
He’d cleaned up, and she’d changed into yoga pants and a tank top. And now they sat at her breakfast bar eating the takeout she’d brought home. It was all very comfortable, so comfortable that it felt right, very right.
Which struck Trev as very wrong. This wasn’t his scene—sharing a meal with a lover. Hell, it wasn’t his scene to spend much time with anyone but his friends.
Was this the existence to which his friends had succumbed? Was this why they had fallen in love, what they considered domestic bliss?
He snorted.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Everything.
She was the mole. She had to be.
But why?
And why did it bother him so much that she was? It wasn’t as if he wanted a future with her, like he wanted to sleep with her every night and eat meals with her and...
No. He did not want that kind of life. He was not the lovesick fool every one of his friends had become. The only thing he felt for Allison was desire.
And suspicion.
He shook his head and lied to her, “Nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re still mad at me,” she said.
He chuckled. “After what we just did, you think so?”
“You can have sex with someone when you’re mad at them. Sometimes it makes it even hotter.”
“Is that why you pissed me off today?” he asked. It had felt as if she’d done it deliberately, like she’d purposely made him talk about his past, like she’d deliberately exposed his vulnerabilities.
