Legal Attraction. Lisa Childs

He was always the one who’d ended things and always too soon for the women concerned.

      No matter how ruthless he’d been, the women had wanted more. Some had even admitted begging.

      So Muriel was the one who needed to worry about being brought to her knees. Again.

      He’d already done it once—in the courtroom. Now she had to worry about him doing it here. Because when he touched her...

      When he kissed her...

      He made her want him more than she’d ever wanted anyone before. Just like all those other women had told her.

      He wasn’t kissing or touching her now. She could put her clothes back on and restart the elevator. But when she bent over to pull up her jeans, a strange noise filled the car.

      It was raw and guttural, a groan full of pain, as if the man who’d uttered it was being tortured. Ronan was the only other one inside the elevator, so she turned toward him.

      He was on his knees now. But even on his knees, his head was above her waist. He was so damn tall and broad.

      And so damn sexy.

      His breath was hot as it whistled between his clenched teeth and brushed across her abdomen. Her stomach muscles tightened as tension wound inside her, streaking from her nipples down to her core.

      â€œYou’re perfect,” he murmured as his lips brushed across her skin.

      She could have snorted and reminded him that that was not what he’d claimed in court. Then she had been anything and everything but perfect.

      But she couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t even move. She was frozen as she waited for him to touch her again.

      His lips skimmed softly across her stomach to her hip, then lower over the lace of her panties. And through the thin lace, she could feel his hot breath move over her mound. He touched her with his hands, too. They moved to her ass, cupping it in his palms. And somehow his fingers must have tugged so gently at the bow that she hadn’t felt it release. But her panties fell.

      And nothing separated his mouth from the essence of her. He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit as he lifted her, moving her legs over his shoulders. Then he feasted on her—sucking on her before sliding his tongue inside her.

      And Muriel melted, heat and pleasure flooding her. He lapped at her—licking and sucking and driving her out of her mind. She whimpered, moaned and arched back. Without the wall of the elevator behind her, she might have fallen. The wood was cold and hard against her back. But she didn’t care.

      She had the heat and strength of Ronan. She clutched at his head as he continued to move his mouth over her. His tongue flicked and teased. And he raised one of his hands to her breast, sliding his palm over it and the taut nipple.

      She cried out as she came, the orgasm shuddering through her with such intensity that tears burned her eyes. And she understood why women begged him for more.

      Despite that release, she wanted more.

      He hadn’t pulled back. He continued to lap at her as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her orgasm. But that wasn’t what she wanted now.

      She wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside her.

      She slid her legs off his shoulders and tried to stand. But her body was too limp from pleasure, her muscles too loose. And her legs folded until she was on her knees in front of him. She’d already opened his shirt, so she pushed that and his suitcoat from his shoulders. Then she reached for his belt.

      But he caught her hand.

      And she wondered now if he was going to stop her. She froze as she remembered all the times that had happened in her marriage. She wasn’t the sex addict that her ex and those witnesses had claimed she was. But she’d certainly needed it more than her husband had.

      He’d had an excuse every time. He hadn’t felt well. Or he was tired.

      But she’d always wondered if it was her fault. If she just wasn’t that desirable...

      But Ronan’s dark eyes burned with desire for her. His thumb stroked over her wrist, over her leaping pulse. His voice was a rough rasp when he murmured, “If you touch me now, I’m going to come right away. And I want this to last.”

      So did she.

      But just his words—and that gruff, sexy way he’d uttered them—had her on the verge of coming again, especially when his gaze moved over her like a caress.

      He licked his lips, which were wet with her orgasm. And he groaned. “You taste so damn sweet. I could go down on you all night.”

      â€œWe don’t have all night,” she reminded him. They only had until someone noticed the elevator wasn’t moving and got working on the problem. “We have to hurry.”

      She didn’t care if he came quickly. She just needed him to come—inside her. With a condom, of course, though. She always practiced safe sex. She reached for the bag she’d dropped onto the floor. She had to have some inside.

      Didn’t she?

      She didn’t need it. Ronan pulled one from his wallet. Then he was standing. He unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants.

      Her breath caught and held as she waited for him to push them and his silk boxers down, and when he did, she released that breath on a gasp of shock and awe. He was huge—so long and thick and throbbing...

      She wanted to touch him with her hands and with her mouth. She wanted to suck on him the way he’d sucked on her. But when she reached for him, he caught his fingers in her hair.

      â€œWe don’t have time,” he reminded her. And there was regret in his voice.

      He wanted her to go down on him. She could see it on his face as he stared at her kneeling in front of him. She flicked her tongue out to tease him and that same groan of torture he’d uttered before filled the elevator car.

      But he stepped out of his pants. And he ripped open the packet and sheathed himself in the latex condom. He must have had them specially ordered because it covered more of him than she imagined any store-bought ones would have.

      â€œYou are so big...” she murmured breathlessly as a moment of fear flicked through her. Would he fit?

      She couldn’t wait to find out. She lay down on the floor of the elevator. And as he watched, she ran her hand down her body—from her throat over her breasts, down her abdomen, to where she was already wet and throbbing. As she moved her fingers over her mound, she moaned and squirmed, so ready for him.

      And that groan tore out of him again. “You’re going to make me come just looking at you,” he warned her. But then he dropped to his knees again.

      Instead of moving between her legs, though, he lifted her so she straddled his thighs. Then he lifted her more, and she nearly stood so she could ease herself down onto his cock. She guided him inside her, her inner muscles rippling and grasping at him. Even as wet and ready as she was, she had to stretch and arch to accommodate his girth. She could feel his cock pulsating with the same desire that filled her.

      And the tension was on his handsome face, in the beads of perspiration on his brow and the rigidness of his clenched jaw. He lowered his head and kissed her. And as his tongue slid into her mouth, he thrust deeper into her body. His hands caught her hips, and he guided her down, then up.

      They moved together in a frantic rhythm as the pressure built inside...

      Muriel nearly sobbed with the need for release. She was close to something she instinctively knew would be more powerful than anything she’d felt before.

      With just his mouth, he’d given her an overpowering orgasm.