Page 16 of Legal Desire
“You give it,” she said.
“And now I want to give it to you,” he said. And he reached for her again.
She didn’t hold him back this time, not even when he scooped her up in his arms and stood up. She just giggled. “What are you doing?”
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
She gestured toward the windows. “Nobody can see us...if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He knew that since the penthouse was on the top floor of a very tall building. “I’m not worried about being seen,” he assured her. “I’m worried about having enough room. I hope you have a very big bed.”
“Just a single,” she said. But he heard the humor in her voice; she was teasing.
He would have laughed, had he not been so desperate for a release. “Do you have carpet on the floor?” he asked.
“Marble,” she said. “Hard and cold.”
Now he laughed despite himself, despite the desire he felt for her. “Come on, Allison, stop torturing me.”
She had slung her arm around his shoulders. Now she moved her hand to his nape, running her fingers up into his hair. “Torture?” she asked. “Now, that’s intriguing.”
“You are one damn scary woman,” he remarked. But he didn’t care. He wanted her too badly.
Finally, she relented and pointed toward the end of the living room. He carried her across it to a short hall, onto which there were three doors. “Which one?”
She arched a red brow. “Should I make you choose? And if you choose incorrectly, you have to go home?”
He groaned. “I knew I should have stopped sooner.” Because now she didn’t need him as intensely as he still needed her.
Unless.
He moved the hand he held beneath her legs, sliding his fingers up.
And she shivered. “Okay, that door.”
He pushed open the one she indicated. But he wasn’t sure if she’d told the truth. The room was so dark, he could see nothing inside it. “Is this a torture chamber?” he wondered.
Maybe she was into S&M. He could easily picture her in dominatrix leather with a whip. But he wasn’t about to be her or anyone else’s submissive.
She reached out and hit the wall, and lights came on, but it was just a faint yellowish glow from the chandelier over a king-sized platform bed. Thick, dark gray drapes covered the entire wall that must have had the same tall windows of the living room.
But he was focused on that bed. That very big bed...
“Thought it was a single,” he said.
“Must be the wrong room,” she replied.
But through the open door to the walk-in closet he could see her navy blue dress lying on the thick gray carpet. It was a deep gray, like the walls, so dark it was nearly black.
“No cold marble, either,” he pointed out.
“I must have been remembering another room...”
In another apartment. Apparently, this one wasn’t really hers. She’d claimed her name wasn’t on the deed. But then Trev didn’t even know her real name.
Should he be doing this? Having sex with a woman he didn’t even know?
He wasn’t the indiscriminate lover his reputation made him out to be; he was much more careful when he chose lovers. Like her, he didn’t want anyone getting emotional over him. He didn’t want any messy entanglements.
