I was going to do everything in my power to make that happen at some point tonight.
But right now, I was just a confident, charismatic man who knew how to make a woman wet without even touching her.
“The skill that makes me a successful litigator, I believe, is my ability to see the truth in people’s eyes. I don’t need my witnesses to respond most of the time. I can see their thoughts, I can sense their fabrications, and I know when they’re being honest or misleading. The same way I can see what you’re thinking right now.”
She sucked in a long, deep breath, tilting her body fully toward me. “And what’s that … Declan?”
Her chest opened as her shoulders pushed back.
Her legs spread as she widened her stance.
Check-fucking-mate.
I ducked my head, getting close to her ear. Her perfume took ahold of me, and as I exhaled, my air hitting her neck, goose bumps spread across her skin. “I think we both know the answer to that.”
D
eclan Shaw
, I thought to myself as I watched him walk to the table of students. Followed by, Oh God, that man.
He had quite a reputation.
If you attended USC law school, you’d heard of him. Every professor spoke about him at some point during their lecture. They raved about his success. They gushed over his achievements.
There wasn’t a single litigator in the state who wanted to go to trial against him.
Because when Declan stepped into a courtroom, he won.
Therefore, I wasn’t surprised that women dropped their panties the moment he approached.
When I’d only seen him on paper and in photos, I had been positive that had to do with his accomplishments. He had more millions than he knew what to do with and a face that could model eyewear.
Of course, women couldn’t resist him.
Now that I’d been in his presence, that his eyes had gazed down my body, that I’d been lost in his words, I knew it went far deeper than just his finances and power.
He was the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
When you mixed his charm and charisma with his ability to look right through you, the way he heated you with his stare and melted you with his voice, the combination was lethal.
And I felt it.
All the way down to my toes.
I’d struggled to find a response to his questions, to hide the way he was affecting me.
To mask how attractive I found him.
But he had seen the truth in my eyes—that I found his dusting of scruff so deliciously sexy. That his square jaw and perfect set of lips, strong nose and green eyes were some sort of magnetic sorcery. Not to mention, the man was at least six-three, appeared to be solid muscle, and with him in that black suit and red tie, my brain was conjuring up the naughtiest thoughts.
Thoughts that shouldn’t have entered my mind.
Thoughts that were so uncharacteristic of me.
Thoughts that kept me frozen at the bar, watching him speak to the other students.
He even made conversation look easy.
Smooth.
He laughed when it was warranted, his focus never leaving the speaker, listening, processing, responding appropriately.
His attention was like a stage, where he placed you in the center with a spotlight over your head and a microphone in your hand.
You could feel his eyes inside your bones.
And that was what happened the second his stare shifted over to me, his tongue swiping his bottom lip as he took me in.
“Why don’t you tell us what your plan is, Hannah?”
My plan?
Only feet away, but I hadn’t been listening.
I’d been too lost in a fog of Declan.
But I needed to rein myself in before I made a fool of myself.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said as I walked toward the table, my feet airy, my body tingly as I sat in the only open seat.
One that was directly across from him.
“Your plan for after you graduate,” he said. “I’ve heard their aspirations.” He pointed around the table. “Why don’t you tell me yours?”
I swallowed, finding my breath. “I’ll be prepping for the bar. I’m taking it twelve weeks after I graduate.”
“And then?”
I held my drink with both hands, taking a quick sip. “I’m going straight to work.” The vodka burned the back of my throat, the olive juice causing my tongue to pucker. “Assuming I land myself a job.”
The chances of that were likely.
Mostly due to my last name being famous in the legal world and that my cousins, aunt, and uncle owned the largest, most successful law firm in the state.
But I wasn’t going to mention that or that I knew he was friends with my cousins.
There was absolutely no need to.
Besides, I didn’t want him to think, due to my family ties, I was a shoo-in.
Because that wasn’t true.
My family had made it clear to me and Camden—my twin brother who attended law school in New York—that we needed to earn our positions at their company.
I’d never worked so hard at anything in my life.
“You’ll be taking the California bar?”
I nodded. “This is home. It’s where I’d like to stay.”
I took another drink of my martini, surprised that the vodka and the two shots of tequila that I’d taken earlier were already hitting me.
Or am I?
It had been almost a day since I’d eaten anything, too nervous before class to really chow down, knowing I was going to be mentored and judged by Declan Shaw.
“Can I ask you a question?” The sound of my voice came as a shock. I hadn’t planned to take over the conversation or take more of his time since it seemed I’d already gotten more than everyone else, but every minute I got with him was vital.
“Yes.”
“Let’s say you have a client you know is guilty, but you’re skilled enough to get them off.” I cleared my throat, cursing myself for phrasing every conversation I had with him in such a sexual nature. “Are you able to close your eyes at night? You know, sleep eight hours and wake up the next morning like nothing happened?”He crossed his hands over the table. “Are accountants able to sleep at night, knowing their clients are embezzling money that’s not reported to the IRS? Or how about a cardiothoracic surgeon who performs open heart surgery on a patient who will return home post-surgery and eat a stick of butter with dinner, washing it all down with a pint of ice cream?”His fingers formed a triangular peak, drawing my attention to them. Their length, thinness. How masculine they looked with a slight dusting of hair on the backs of his hands.Hands that I could picture running across every inch of my body.Oh man.“We can’t control what our clients do or what they admit to or withhol
That was all it took to set my skin on fire. Just that small, subtle embrace, and every nerve ending was lit, throbbing, crying out in shock waves.“Thank you,” I whispered.He signed the credit card receipt and tucked his card away. “Tell me something else, Hannah …”As he paused, I tried to remind myself that this was the time to ask him questions, to pick his brain, to find out the secrets of our trade—an opportunity that probably wouldn’t present itself again.But I couldn’t.I was completely locked up.Speechless.Drowning in a pool of Declan.“When you walk into a courtroom, what’s going to be your secret weapon?” He watched as I licked my lips, and it felt as erotic as stripping off my clothes. “I’ve told you mine. I want to know yours.”“My secret weapon,” I repeated.“You know, not only can I read people, but I also use my reputation to my advantage. I don’t give any motherfucker a chance. I find what it’ll take to make them bleed out, and that’s where I cut them.”I knew tha
And, two, he really could see right through me, his expression telling me so.“I see a woman who’s trying to argue against her body. You don’t want me to have this effect on you, but I do. You’re shivering. I can feel it.” His hand moved around to my arm, his finger running up and down the back of my bicep. “Your pulse is hammering away; your heart’s pounding. You have to really focus on everything I’m saying because you find yourself getting lost in my words.”When he leaned into my ear this time, I was sure I felt his lips against my lobe.“You’re dying to know what my mouth tastes like. If my cock fits my body type—large, thick … manly.” I tried to fill my lungs as he added, “It does.”“Declan—”He shifted, so our eyes met. “What would tomorrow feel like, Hannah, after I spent the whole night with you? How satiated … how sore would you be?”I wasn’t thinking.Because he’d sucked every thought out of me.“Isn’t that what’s on your mind?”I couldn’t answer.I couldn’t even force the
“Do you take the courtroom home with you?” She glanced around the group, her voice lowering as she added, “I think we’re all in similar stages of our lives here, but I wonder what it’s like for you. When you return to your house and Mrs. Shaw is waiting in the kitchen, a plate of cookies on the counter, can you eat the cookies and chat about where you’re going to vacation the following weekend? Or do you spend the entire dinner recapping every moment of the day’s trial before doing it again over coffee the next morning?”Oh, Hannah …I see right through you.I had a reputation.Bachelor. Serial dater. Playboy.Whatever the fuck they called me.I liked to think of it as not being tied down.I was surprised Hannah didn’t know that about me.Or maybe she did, and she was just confirming.“When my driver takes me home every day, whether that be from the office or the courtroom, I leave work behind. Of course, there are evenings and weekends where I spend time doing paperwork or I take cal
“Yes.”Then, there was no reason to wait.I took a step closer, halting directly in front of her, our bodies only breaths apart. I placed my palm against the wall above her head, her body caged beneath me. “Do you want me to make you scream so loud that everyone in the bar can hear you?” I leaned my face into her ear. “Is that what you want from me?”She was quivering.Panting.When her teeth skimmed her lip this time, it was a slow, painful scrape. “I don’t want an audience”—she took several breaths—“but yes. Yes to all of it.”I gripped her face, aiming it up to mine.I didn’t kiss women.Lips were something I could easily get attached to.They were the most personal part of a woman’s body.They expressed emotions. They spoke the truth. They even tried to mask and hide the real feelings inside.I didn’t fuck with them.But as I gazed down at Hannah’s mouth, it was so goddamn beautiful. Those full, pouty lips, silently begging for mine.She was giving herself to me.And I’d accept ev
I pulled away, my mouth hovering above hers. “You’re never going to forget this.”“Why’s that?”“Because you’ve never been fucked by someone like me.”I pulled out my wallet, removing the condom I always kept inside, and stored it in my jacket pocket to make it more easily accessible.“You come prepared,” she voiced.When it came to sex, yes.I had plenty of friends who worked in family law.Not using a condom was a gamble I wasn’t willing to take.“Aren’t you thankful for that?” I hissed against her lips.“In this moment, yes.”I kissed her neck, her skin tasting like the cake I smelled.I felt her swallow.And then she sucked in a deep breath.“How badly do you want me, Hannah?”I needed her begging.I wanted her neediness echoing through me.She tried to wiggle a hand loose, like she was going to steer one of mine toward her pussy. “If you felt me, you would know.”I didn’t budge.“I intend to, but I want to hear you tell me first.”“Declan …” She rose onto her toes, nipping my bot
Why I wanted to taste her exhales.But I locked us together, inhaling each of her breaths, rotating our tongues.Hannah. Fuck.She thought I was doing something to her … but she was the one doing something to me.Her fingers dropped from my dick, and her arms circled my neck, pulling me closer. The moment our lips parted, her head leaned against the wall, my mouth falling to her throat, feeling the purr that thrummed inside.“I need to feel you come.”She wasn’t far.Every sign in her body told me that.I left her throat and leaned down farther to take her nipple into my mouth, biting the end, sucking it as though she were feeding me. With my palm pressed against her clit, I worked my finger in and out, tapping that spot deep inside her, adding a second finger when she began to tighten more.“Declan …” Her nails stabbed the back of my neck, her body becoming slack. It only took a few more seconds before her moans turned higher, her wetness thickening as it coated my fingers.“Fuck yes
I slid in some more, and she squeezed her arms around my neck, her breathing labored.She needed something else to focus on.I slowly moved the rest of the way in and aimed my cock upward. “You have all of me.” As she pulsed around me, I pressed the short, coarse hairs above my shaft directly onto her clit. “Do you feel that?”“I feel”—she swallowed—“everything.”I kept myself sealed to her, urging her to accept me, and it felt like she was tightening even more.“Tell me when you’re ready.”She stayed put, breathing into my face, her body as stiff as stone, holding me even though she wasn’t going anywhere in my arms. And then, out of nowhere, she began to lift herself up, gently gliding me in and out.Bouncing over my cock.“Declan,” she gasped after several plunges.“You’re fucking ready.”I didn’t hold back.I couldn’t. And when I felt like my hairs rubbing her clit weren’t doing a good enough job, I reached down and grazed it with my thumb.It was like I’d flipped a switch