Seducing Liselle by Marie E. Blossom Read Free Book Online Page A

She
pressed a hand to his thigh, stilling him. The thin fabric of his sweatpants
did nothing to disguise the muscles in his leg. He was in really, really good
shape.
    “ Liselle ?” he
asked, sounding wary.
    She slid her hand lower, until her fingers
cupped the inside of his thigh. His breath caught and she could’ve sworn she
felt his dick leap against her ass.
    “What are you doing?” he whispered. The
hand on her hair trembled.
    “You’re so warm, and nice, and I just want
to touch you for a little bit. Can I?” she asked, knowing she sounded stupid,
but unable to stop. She was breathing heavier, nervous he would get angry or
worse, laugh at her.
    “God,” he breathed, sounding choked up. “Yeah, sure. Of course. Whatever you want.” He smoothed a finger down her jaw then
cupped her shoulder.
    She snuggled into his touch and let her
hand move to the top of his thigh. His legs fell open and she slid down further
into the couch. He was really putting out heat now and Liselle felt almost sweaty, too, but she didn’t want to move the blanket, didn’t want
to break the moment. She was actually getting what she wanted, for once. His
cock pulsed against her spine, hot and hard. She wondered what he’d taste like.
Would he be sweet or musky?
    “Jesus, Liselle .
It’s not like I’m going to say no if that’s what you want,” he said, voice
husky.
    Oh crap. “Um, did I say that out loud?”
    He laughed, kissing her neck. “Yeah. You did.”
    She squirmed, embarrassed all over again,
but didn’t stop. She ran her hand up his thigh until it couldn’t go any
further, then slid it down between his legs. She felt
his balls nudge against her thumb and turned her hand until she could cup them.
He shuddered and slid a hand under her breasts, squeezing her ribs.
    “If you keep that up, Liselle ,
it’s going to be all over in five minutes.”
    She tipped her head back, enjoying the way
he felt on her palm: warm, delicate, so very, very sexy. He kissed her cheek,
lips trailing down her jaw. One of his hands eased up and over her breast,
thumbing her nipple through her sweater and it was her turn to shudder.
    “Let me kiss you,” he said.
    She had to take a moment to work out what
he wanted, already so aroused that her thoughts were tangling around each
other. “Yeah, okay,” she managed finally, easing her hand out and turning. She
knew her panties were wet and wondered if he would be able to tell.
    He helped her, lifting her by the waist,
and then she was sprawling over his lap, legs on either side of his hips. His cock
slotted right up against her clit and she trembled as the heat of him
penetrated her panties.
    “God, John, are you sure?” She had to ask. She couldn’t promise him anything more than this,
after all.
    “I should be asking you that,” he murmured
into her skin.
    She leaned back, wanting to see his face.
He looked back at her calmly, green eyes gone dark with arousal. When she
smiled at him, he closed his eyes and moaned quietly.
    “Do you have any idea how sexy you look?”
he asked her, fingers rubbing her hips right above the thin straps of her
underwear. “Hair mussed, your blue eyes hot for me?”
    She shook her head. “Guys don’t usually
say things like that to me,” she said, thinking about the assholes she’d dated.
    “Then they’re stupid,” he said, running a
finger over her bottom lip. She licked him and nibbled on his knuckle. His free
hand tightened on her waist, then relaxed. “Let’s get this off you, okay?” He
tugged at the waist of her sweater and she let him pull it off. He groaned when
her breasts spilled out, the tiny rhinestones in her bra throwing reflective
sparks from the fire onto his face.
    “Wow,” he breathed, hands sliding up to
cup her. “Beautiful.” He grinned, fingers busy. “Curvy.”
    She blushed, suddenly aware that she was
nearly naked and he was still fully clothed. Though, to be fair, it’s not
like I can’t feel every single inch of