Page 14 of Legal Desire
CHAPTER FOUR
TREVORSINCLAIRWASso damn hot with his thick, unruly hair, with his chiseled features, with his Olympian’s body. If he wasn’t this gorgeous, he wouldn’t affect her like he did.
Allison would be able to retain her professionalism. But she’d lost that this morning in his office. Hell, she’d lost it a month or so ago when she’d confessed to her hatred of lawyers.
She was surprised they hadn’t fired her firm then. But he’d offered her a new assignment. One she probably should have taken.
She hadn’t lied when she’d said she’d rather accept his proposition for sex. Especially now.
With his fingertips sliding up her bare thigh.
Her skin tingled, and a delicious little shiver quivered inside her, making her nipples tighten even more than they had when she’d caught him staring at them. At her...
“So will you?” he asked as he moved his hand even higher until he touched the curve of her hip beneath her nightgown.
She’d changed into something comfortable because she hadn’t been expecting company.
Liar...
The little voice inside her head always called her on her bullshit. She’d known, or maybe she’d just hoped, that Trevor Sinclair would seek her out after the comment she’d made. That he would accept the challenge to change her mind.
From the powerful corporations he’d taken on in the past, he clearly knew no fear. Which was a thrill for her since most men were too frightened of her and her ice queen reputation to even approach her.
While she had purposely created that persona, sometimes it served its purpose too well. Sure, she didn’t want any messy personal entanglements, but she wouldn’t mind mixing a little pleasure into her business-only life. If his reputation was real and not just like hers, Trevor Sinclair might be able to give her that pleasure she’d been denied too long.
“Will I what?” she asked, and she moved, uncurling her legs to stretch them out behind where he sat on the edge of the couch.
“Accept my proposition.”
She shook her head. “I’m not going to play politics with you, Trevor.”
But despite her reservations, she was intrigued at the thought of making him into a viable candidate. It would be relatively easy.
“How about just playing with me?” he asked. “How about accepting my proposition for sex?”
She leaned back and studied him through her lowered lashes. Knowing he enjoyed a challenge, she challenged him with, “Convince me.”
His wide mouth curved instantly into that wicked grin of his. How could a man with a grin that naughty ever inspire confidence in voters?
That wasn’t her problem, though. She wasn’t going to help him. She wasn’t mixing business with pleasure. She just wanted pleasure from him.
It had been too long for her. That was probably why that kiss had affected her so. Once she had Trevor Sinclair, once she experienced his legendary sexual prowess, she hoped she’d be so satiated that she wouldn’t want him anymore.
“What will it take to convince you?” he asked.
“Not an argument,” she warned him. “I don’t need words.” She heard enough of them, used enough of them herself. “I need action.”
She needed him. Her body was already beginning to pulse and throb in all the most intimate places.
His already-wide grin widened more, and he chuckled. But he heeded her warning and didn’t talk. Instead, he touched.
He skimmed his fingers up the curve of her hip to her waist and then over her rib cage. She sucked in a breath as he neared one of her breasts. But he stopped beneath it. He leaned forward until their mouths nearly met. But he stopped again before their lips touched.
She smiled at his teasing. To show him she was unconvinced, she yawned.
And he laughed. She felt his breath against her lips and could almost taste the wine he’d drunk from her glass. Then his mouth covered hers, and she could definitely taste the wine. But it wasn’t as rich as the flavor that was distinctly his alone.
He nibbled on her lips, parting them, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid in and out of her mouth—like she wanted it sliding in and out of her.
