Great-Aunt Sophia's Lessons for Bombshells by Lisa Cach Read Free Book Online Page B

moo . . .”
    “I’m a vegetarian.”
    He laughed softly. “I guessed you would be.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “You have ‘self-righteous choices’ written all over you.”
    “I am not self-righteous,” she said, and tried to jerk her legs away from him.
    He wrapped his arm round her knees and pulled, dragging her toward him until her butt bumped up against his thigh and her head thumped flat on the cushion of the sofa. “ Shhhh . . . ,” he said.
    “I will not shush! What are you doing?” She felt warm, moist pressure through the thin cotton covering her knees.
    “Calming you down.”
    “Are you kissing me?”
    “My dear, if you think this is kissing, you have been sadly deprived of experience.” He slid down between her and the back of the couch so that he lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his body pressed alongside hers. His other arm was across her waist,his heavy hand lying on top of her outside arm and the edge of one breast, gently trapping her.
    Flat on her back as she was, he seemed immensely large above her. The warmth and firmness of his body, and the weight of his arm sent a delicious weakness through her. Every breath was filled with his male scent, and she wanted to drown in it. She wanted to be a nameless woman in the dark, giving in to the temptations his body offered. It would feel so good. Her heart thumped at the thought of impulsively giving in and doing it, but at the same time a familiar part of herself said, Get off me, I know you don’t like me, I know you’re laughing at me .
    “I should go back to my room,” she said weakly. “Cat’s waiting for her tea.”
    He stroked the hair back from her face, then traced the shape of her lips with a feather-light touch. He laid his finger against her lips, as if to quiet her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could see the shape of his features, and the gleam of moonlight in his eyes. He wasn’t smiling, or laughing.
    You’re drunk and horny, and will make fun of me tomorrow , she thought. And yet his finger on her lip held her captive, and made her want to know where it would move next. No guy had ever taken the lead in such an overtly sexual way with her, and she was mesmerized by it.
    One of his legs came over hers, nudging its way between them, and he leaned his weight against her, half covering her. She felt his arousal against her hip, and her body seemed to swell and soften in response.
    I need to be touched—it’s been so long. Just touch me, touch me, please touch me. . . .
    His hand trailed down her chin, then to the hollow at the base of her throat. He stroked his fingertips over her collarbone and sternum, stretching the neck of her T-shirt to reach her skin. Hepressed his palm flat over her chest, outside her shirt, his hand so wide that he covered part of each breast, then ran his hand down her belly. It came to rest at the gap between her shirt and pajama bottoms, his thumb stroking her bare skin. She felt a flicker of embarrassment about her too-soft belly, but he showed no sign of having noticed.
    “How long has it been since you were kissed?” he asked.
    “I don’t know . . . at least a year, but it was only Cat.” The truth spilled out of her of its own volition, a secret she’d revealed to no one until today. He knew about it anyway, so what did it matter what more she said? “She hoped I might be bi, and persuaded me to let her try to find out.”
    He groaned, pressing himself hard against her. “What did she do?”
    Grace saw the scene again, watching it as if she were outside her own body. “She had me take my shirt off.”
    Declan dropped his face to the crook of her neck, where she could feel his breath. “And then?” His hand moved up under her shirt.
    Grace knew the story about her and Cat was turning him on, even as she was puzzled that it would do so; what was it with guys and girl-on-girl action? It felt so good to be touched, though, and nothing seemed to matter