Seducing Liselle by Marie E. Blossom Read Free Book Online

“But aside from all that, I
can tell you’re beautiful inside, too, which is more important than all the
stuff on the outside. I knew as soon as I saw you with Beth. Your face when she
hugged you—” He broke off, voice thick.
    Liselle couldn’t believe he was saying these things out loud. “Am I
dreaming?”
    He chuckled, tightening his arms around
her for a moment. “No, of course not. But I must be
insane, telling you those things when we barely know each other. I can’t seem
to help myself.” He cupped her cheek, pressing the warmth of his hand into her
face. She shivered a little, but not because she was cold anymore.
    He cursed softly. “You’re still chilly.
You need to get out of these wet pants and skirt.” He moved his hand to the
waistband of her leggings. “Okay?”
    Liselle was too stunned to say anything or explain that she wasn’t
shivering from the cold anymore. Instead, like a ninny, she nodded her head. He
popped the button and slid down the zipper of her skirt. She helped him shove it
over her hips. He tossed it over the back of the sofa and hooked his thumbs
under the waistband of her leggings.
    “This okay?” he asked, voice husky.
    She didn’t trust herself to speak. She
nodded and lifted her hips, feeling clumsy and shell-shocked. Was this really
happening?
    His breath in her ear was hot as he eased
the soft fabric down over her hips. The thin silk of her panties did nothing to
hide the blazing warmth of his erection against her ass, but she wasn’t going
to mention it if he wasn’t. For the first time in what felt like years she was
warm. Gloriously warm and almost … content, except for the way her libido was
yelling: hot guy here! Woo!
    John shifted behind her, pulling her
leggings out from under the blanket and tossing them to the floor. He settled
the fleece over them again and smoothed his hands down her arms.
    Liselle trembled, trying not to rub against the blazing heat burning into
her backside. She wanted to … oh did she want to. She wanted to turn around and
kiss him and take him into her arms and never let go, but she had to remember
this man wasn’t for her. He was too nice. He had his whole life ahead of him
and she was nothing but trouble.
    Liselle sighed as he tucked his face into her hair again. He seemed to like
doing that. She let herself savor the sensation, knowing she would soon be gone
and he’d forget all about her. That’s how it usually worked. She’d had
boyfriends before, more than one, but whenever the men she chose got too close
to her, too serious, something happened. The last one tried to hit her after
they’d been together for a year and she sure as hell wasn’t going to put up
with that after what she’d been through with her father and brother.
    One guy she’d dated when she was in her
twenties had been promising: he’d seemed nice enough, but then her father had
shown up, somehow hunting her down through two name changes and a cross-country
move. As soon as the bastard had started waving his gun
around and demanding money, her boyfriend had hightailed it out of there, leaving
her to fend for herself. No , she thought. No more boyfriends.
But maybe I can indulge myself with John, just for a little while. She very
carefully didn’t think very hard about the possible consequences of what she
wanted.
    “Are you warming up now?” John asked, his voice low. Sexy. One of
the logs in the fireplace crackled, sending sparks shooting across the bricks.
    Liselle nodded, licking her lips as the heat from his breath wafted against
her skin. He rolled his hips a little, pushing his erection into her ass.
    “Shit, I’m sorry,” he murmured, shifting
again. “I’m just a little stiff, sitting still like this.”
    Did he just say that? “Uh— “ she began, then choked on a giggle.
    “Oh God, I didn’t mean it that way,” he
protested, chuckling. Then he moved again.
    Liselle swore she could feel the ridge of his cockhead along her butt.