Page 48 of Legal Desire
She’d yelled at him before to get out—of her apartment.
He’d ignored her those times, just like he intended to ignore her now. But he didn’t think he’d be able to change her mind as easily as he’d told Edward he would. Instead of stepping back through the door, he closed it behind him.
Allison jumped up from her desk and stalked toward him. Her finger pressing into his chest, she said again, “Get out! Get the hell out of my office!”
He caught her hand in his and held it against his chest. His hand encircled her wrist where he could feel her pulse pounding madly. “Please let me explain,” he implored her.
“You did,” she said. “You and your partners said everything you needed to back at Street Legal. I don’t have to hear any more.”
“I don’t think it’s you,” he said.
She snorted and struggled to free her hand from his grasp. But he pulled her closer, so her long, willowy body pressed against his. He felt the tension in her but he also felt the heat.
She was so damn hot...
How had any of them ever considered her an ice queen?
“I did think it was you,” he admitted.
“That’s why you wanted to get close to me,” she said. “To get evidence against me. I heard it all. I heard everything!”
He moved one hand to her hip and pressed her against his erection. “That’s why I wanted to get close to you,” he said. “Because I want you!”
As furious as she was with him, he wanted her. He could see the desire in her eyes, too. Her breath escaped in a soft gasp. But she shook her head as if trying to deny the desire. Then she murmured, “No...” She narrowed her eyes as she stared up at him. “You started this whole seduction as a way to get information out of me.”
Seducing her had never been his plan until that kiss. But at the moment he didn’t dare tell her that his political aspirations were a lie. She was already furious with him for not telling her the truth about the mole.
“I had sex with you because you’re beautiful and exciting and sexy as hell,” he said. And he pushed his erection against her again. His cock ached to be inside her. He ached for her. “Did I want information, too? Yes. Wouldn’t you if someone had been sabotaging your firm?”
“My firm was sabotaged, too,” she pointed out. “When a client is made to look bad, I do, too.”
“I get that,” he said. And he shook his head with self-disgust. “I should have never suspected you.”
“Why did you?”
“Access,” he said. “You were the only one with access to every case that was involved in the sabotage.”
Her brow furrowed. “The only one?”
“We checked out everyone else,” he insisted.
“Like you’ve been checking me out?” she asked.
And he smiled as he heard a trace of jealousy in her voice. “Not me,” he said. “Simon checked out Bette. And Ronan, Muriel.”
And Hillary Bellows had never been a suspect. But that hadn’t stopped Stone from checking her out.
“It’s not me,” she said, and she lifted her chin with pride. Then she blinked hard as if fighting back tears. “I am not the mole.”
“I know,” he assured her. “I know it’s not you.” And to comfort her, he lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips.
At least he’d intended for it to be gentle. But then she parted her lips, and he deepened the kiss. And passion ignited even faster and hotter than it usually did between them. As he’d imagined doing earlier, he reached for that long row of buttons on the front of her dress.
Then he’d thought it would be fun to undo them all, that it would draw out the anticipation of seeing her naked. But now he was too impatient. He undid only a few, his fingers fumbling, before he lifted the dress from the bottom and pulled it over her head.
And then he saw what she wore beneath. The underwear was purple, too, like the dress. And it had those damn beguiling bows on it. One held the underwear together at the front. And another held the bra together between the cups.
His fingers twitched, anxious to pull those bows loose. But Allison stepped back—out of his reach. Had she only let him undress her to tease him? To let him see what he would be missing?
