Page 59 of Legal Desire
She moaned as he focused on her breasts. Then he moved the loofah lower, between her legs. She moaned louder and arched her head back; water splashed her face and ran down her throat.
And Trevor groaned. “You are so damn beautiful...”
He kissed her neck and traced her collarbone with his tongue as if licking the water off her. Then his mouth was on one breast, teasing the nipple into a tight point.
She moaned again.
And he moved the loofa, teasing her with it. Her legs began to shake. So he lifted her from her feet. But the shower floor was slick, and he nearly slipped.
With a chuckle, he moved to the bench. He sat down on it and lifted her so that she straddled his lap. She hadn’t seen him do it, but he must have brought in a condom packet with him. Because he tore it open and rolled it over his shaft, then he eased her over it.
She cried out at the sensation of him filling her, of him filling that hollowness that had ached inside her earlier—when she’d heard they’d suspected her of being the mole. That he was supposed to get evidence to prove that she was...
Was that what he was doing now? Or did he believe her?
She didn’t care at the moment. All she cared about was the way he made her feel. The tension that had been wound so tightly inside her all day broke as her body convulsed in an orgasm.
It wasn’t enough, though.
At least for him because he kept moving until she had another and another.
The cords in his neck and the muscles in his arms stood out as he struggled for control. He was holding back his own release to give her pleasure.
She’d never had as selfless a lover as Trevor Sinclair. She’d never known as selfless a man except for her grandfather.
Trevor wasn’t done giving her pleasure. He touched her breasts and lowered his head to hers, kissing her deeply. Then he reached between them, rubbing his thumb over her clit, and she came again, screaming his name.
Finally, his big body tensed before shuddering with his own release. He groaned and leaned his forhead against hers, staring deeply into her eyes.
What was he looking for? The truth? She’d already given it to him. She wasn’t the mole.
But there was something she needed to tell him. She slid off his lap, finished showering and dried off. Instead of heading toward the bed, she found a long, thick robe and wrapped it around herself. Then she headed back to the living room and stared down at the park.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as he joined her. He’d dressed again in his damp clothes. Water streaked from his hair, over his face and neck.
He hadn’t dried off well. He must have been in a hurry to be with her again. To watch over her.
She shook her head.
“You’re not?” he asked. “Did you eat anything today?”
She shook her head again.
“I’ll make something.”
“I don’t have any food in the house,” she warned him. She hadn’t shopped for groceries the past week. She’d shopped for lingerie.
“I’ll order takeout,” he said. “What would you like?”
“I want you to leave,” she said.
“Allison—”
“I’m not in any danger,” she said. She suspected the mole had gotten what he’d wanted anyway: public embarrassment for her. “Nobody’s here. Nobody’s physically trying to hurt me.”
“But you don’t know—”
“I know that you’re in more danger,” she said. “I know that you need to stay away from me.”
