Legal Desire. Lisa Childs
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.
She shifted against the soft cushions of the couch. And his hand moved. He slid it up and finally cupped her breast in his palm. There were calluses on his hand, probably from weight lifting. All the Street Legal partners looked like they spent a lot of time at the gym but most especially Trevor and Stone.
Those calluses felt amazing against her nipple. Pleasure streaked from it down to her core where her pulse had begun to pound frantically.
A moan slipped through her lips and into his mouth. The kiss went on and on—open mouth to open mouth, tongues mating. It was the hottest kiss she’d ever had. But she needed more than kisses.
Trevor’s hand moved on her breast, sliding over and over it until his thumb brushed across her nipple. He stroked it and then his other hand moved, sliding under her nightgown, as well. But this one stayed below her waist. First, his fingers stroked her thigh, caressing the smooth skin on the inner side before moving up. He eased his fingers beneath her silk panties and stroked over her core.
She gasped at the sensations streaking through her. Then she moved, parting her legs for him. He eased one finger inside her while his thumb rubbed her clit.
She moaned and dropped back against the couch cushions, away from his kiss. So he moved his mouth lower, over her throat. His tongue flicked across her pounding pulse. Then he pushed up her nightgown and closed his mouth over the nipple he’d teased to tautness. He pulled at it with his lips while he moved another finger inside her.
She panted for breath as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level inside her. She needed a release. She needed him. Desire overwhelmed her.
But before she could reach for him, he was moving lower again. And his mouth touched her core. His tongue flicked across her clit—back and forth—teasing her as he stroked his fingers in and out of her. Then he moved his tongue inside her, too.
And she arched up—against his wide, wicked mouth. Finally, the pressure broke as an orgasm shuddered through her. She screamed with pleasure and dropped back against the couch again, her body shaking from the force of the orgasm and the power of the desire that burned between them.
But despite that orgasm, the desire hadn’t burned out. It still burned inside her. She wanted more.
Trevor’s heart pounded hard in his chest, and his entire body ached with tension—sexual tension. He licked the taste of her pleasure from his lips and asked, his voice gruff, “Was that enough convincing?”
He was so damn tense he felt like he might shatter into a million pieces if he didn’t get a release like the one he’d just given her. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone the way he wanted her.
“You may have overplayed your hand,” she said as she panted for breath.
He chuckled. “Oh, no. I have a lot left to show you,” he promised. A lot he needed to show her. Now. “So do you accept my proposition?”
She narrowed her eyes and studied his face, as if debating. If she sent him away now, he’d know that she really was an ice queen, if she could be that cruel. It wasn’t just a persona or an act. She was really cold and heartless.
Her lips curved into a slight smile.
And his heart beat even harder because he had no idea what she was going to do. He couldn’t argue with her and not just because she’d told him he couldn’t. No meant no to Trev.
But was she saying no?
That slight smile curving her lips was just a little too sexy for him to believe that she could turn him away now, knowing that he was as desperate for release as she had been moments ago.
Before he’d given it to her...
He wanted to give it to her again. “What do you say, Allison?”
Finally, she nodded.
And he reached for her.
But she grabbed his arms, holding him back. “But it’s just sex,” she said.
He nodded. “I know. No politics.”
Her smile widened. “Yes, no politics but no emotions, either.”
He furrowed his brow in confusion. Emotions? They’d said nothing about emotions. Trev had taught himself years ago to never feel those again. To never get attached to anyone.
It only led to disappointment and pain.
She