That’s more like it. “All right, then.” I take her into my bedroom and lay her on the bed. She leans back on her elbows and smiles up at me, and to hell with it. I always told her things that I’d cut out my tongue before saying to anyone else. “You’re the only girl I’ve carried in my arms. Ever.”
Her smile turns pensive. “There must’ve been other girls, Ty. I don’t want details, but you don’t have to lie to me.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“Hasn’t there been anyone special since I left?”
“Thought you didn’t want to talk about it.”
She takes a deep breath. “You’re right. It’s none of my business.”
I kneel on the bed and straddle her hips, before cupping her face. “Do you give up this easy in the courtroom?”
“Ha. You don’t want to see me in the courtroom. You’d be traumatized.”
“No, I wouldn’t. I’d want to punch the shit out of anyone who dissed you, though.”
She smiles and hooks her wrists over my forearms. “You don’t need to worry about that. I don’t take crap from anyone at work. They call me the ball-crusher.”
I laugh—can’t help it. Ten years is a long time, but she hasn’t changed that much. “You’re joking.”
“No, I’m not. I’m a bitch when it comes to fighting for my clients’ rights.”
I’m intrigued, but it doesn’t matter how proficient she is at crushing the opposition in the courtroom, she’d never be a bitch. She’s too classy and clever for that. “I need to see you in action. You know that, right?”
“Whatever turns you on.” She leans forward and brushes a soft kiss on my lips. “Did you bring me up here to talk about work?”
I pull her T-shirt over her head and toss it onto the floor. “What do you think?”
She unbuttons my shirt, and even though I don’t need to be naked for what I have in mind, I’m more than willing to oblige.
“I think I’m going to have double digit orgasms in your bed tonight.”
“Double digit?” I shrug out of my gear and loom over her until she flops back onto the bed. “Do you really think you’re going to be in any state to keep count of them?”
“Ooh.” She gives a delicate shudder and scrapes her nails over my pecs. “I hope not.”
I slide my hands beneath her and unhook her bra. “If you can count them, I’m doing it wrong.”
She wriggles so I can sling her bra aside. Her gorgeous tits distract me, and I almost change my plans.
Don’t get distracted.
“You’re definitely not doing it wrong.” She fumbles with my buckle, and I drag my gaze back to her face. Maybe getting naked isn’t such a bad idea.
I follow that thought through with action, and she sighs as she reaches for me. I stifle a groan as her fingers glide along my dick, but I have a plan, and I’ll stick to that fucking plan if it kills me. I imprison her hand into the pillow above her head. “No touching.”
“But I want to.”
“Later you can touch me all you want.”
“After I’ve had countless orgasms.”
Not sure I can waitthatlong. “Have a heart. I’ll give you a couple. How’s that?”
She bites her lip, but it doesn’t hide how much she’s trying not to laugh. “Okay. If that’s your best offer.”
I release her hand and slide my fingers through her hair, gently massaging her head. Her teasing grin fades, and her eyelids drift shut, and she gives a breathy sigh. Her hair’s soft and silky, and I can’t resist grasping some in my fist as I trail kisses over her cheek and along her throat.
