Page 17 of Legal Desire
But because she didn’t want emotions involved, he was safe with her. Well, he would have been had she not been the mole. Maybe that made her even safer, though, because he wasn’t about to fall for the mole.
As if he’d ever fall for anyone...
He snorted. “Maybe I should leave, then.” He dropped his arm from beneath her knees so that she slid down his body. The nightgown bunched up between them, leaving her lower body bare but for the silk panties he’d pushed aside once already. He moved his hands to her hips as if to push her away. But before he did, he slid his palms down over her ass.
She laughed and said, “Well, you know where the door is.”
Yes. He didn’t have to worry about her acting like some women had in his past and in his partners’ pasts. She wasn’t going to get clingy.
While she didn’t cling to him, she leaned against him, arching her hips against his erection.
He groaned as desire overwhelmed him. She was so damn sexy. There was no way in hell he would be able to walk away from her. He lifted her again, but just enough for her core to rub over his erection.
She moaned now. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she murmured, “I thought you were leaving.”
With one hand, he clutched her butt, holding her against him. With the other, he pulled her nightgown over her head. Her red hair tumbled around her bare shoulders, and she shook it back. And as she did, she arched her body. He lowered his head to her breasts, teasing one taut nipple with his tongue.
And she moaned again.
“Do you want me to leave?”
She didn’t answer. So he nipped lightly on that nipple with his teeth. She cried out, but it was a cry of pleasure. Her fingers clutched his hair, holding his head to her breast.
But his legs began to shake. Not from her weight. Despite her height, she didn’t weigh much, at least not to him. He and Stone regularly met at the gym and tried to outdo each other lifting.
She was light compared to what he usually lifted.
She was hot, too, so hot that he could feel the heat of her core through his fly. He needed to be buried inside her. Now.
So he carried her to that bed and lowered her down to it. The duvet was something soft, but like the walls and carpet it was nearly black.
There was nothing girly about Allison McCann’s bedroom. He liked that; he didn’t feel like a bull in a china shop like he had in some other women’s bedrooms. There was nothing breakable in here.
Not even Allison...
And if he was ever going to prove she was the mole, he needed to break her. Maybe he could torture the truth from her.
He followed her down onto the bed and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her deeply before moving his lips down her throat.
Her pulse pounded wildly again. She was as excited as he was.
And she was needy again. Her fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans before tugging it loose. Then she lowered his zipper. She pushed aside his underwear and freed him from his boxers.
And he groaned.
She was torturing him with her touch as she slid her hand up and down the length of his pulsating cock.
“Allison...” he said, her name a growl coming deep from his throat.
She laughed.
But he was stronger than she was. He managed to pull back and free himself from her grasp. Then he lowered his mouth from her throat to her breasts. And he teased them with his kisses, with the flick of his tongue.
She arched up from the mattress and murmured his name. And he knew he’d built that pressure inside her again, the same pressure that threatened to shatter him if he didn’t release it soon.
His blood pounded in his ears, rushing through him from his madly beating heart. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone the way he wanted her. Was it because she was the mole? Because he knew he was safe having sex with her? Neither of them could get emotionally invested.
And that freed him to just enjoy it.
