Seducing Liselle (16 page)

“And sometimes there’s nothing you can do
to control what happens. I couldn’t keep the damn chopper in the air. I
couldn’t help what happened to my shoulder.” He kissed her fingers, hips moving
in subtle circles beneath her, rubbing arousal into her pores. “You had no
control over what your father and brother did. Getting away from them was the
right thing to do. And you survived.”

He punctuated his words with his cock,
sparking pleasure along her nerves.

“John—” she gasped, clutching his biceps.
His muscles moved under her hands as she held on. He thrust harder, the
slickness of her arousal coating his dick. The tip bumped past her clit as he
stared up at her, body working to bring her pleasure.

“Just let it go,
Liselle
.”
He bit his lip, eyes hot as he gripped her hips.

She let her head fall forward, breasts
bouncing with his body. She let go, trusting him to hold her, and brought her
hands to her nipples.

“God, yeah, touch
yourself
,”
John said, low and rough. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She looked down at him, at his gorgeous
body. The scars and bandages just made him look even more handsome, as if he’d
been through hell and come out better, somehow. She felt like the ugly ducking
in comparison to his masculine beauty.

“I’m broken,” she whispered. She touched a
finger to the bruises on her arm, the cut on her thigh. And lastly, she put a
finger to her face, running her hand along the bullet graze on her cheek.
“Damaged goods.”
The wound on her chin ached, even though
she hadn’t touched it. She had her other hand on her waist, wishing they’d
turned out the lights. She wasn’t skinny, and she wasn’t young. She had scars
and wrinkles and a bit too much life etched into her very bones.

He shook his head. “No, you’re a survivor.
You fought back. You tried to protect me and saved Beth and came out of the
fire alive. That makes you the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” He
touched her breasts, making them tingle as he thumbed over her nipples. He ran
his hand down to her thigh, then lifted her and positioned his cock at her
entrance. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, lowering her slowly down.

She shuddered. “You’re crazy.” She
couldn’t help the smile that took over her face.

He grinned back. “No, I’m just crazy about
you.”

She groaned at the cheesy comeback.
“Seriously?” she asked, laughing at his leer.

“Hey, we had angry sex outside in the rain.
Now we can have silly sex inside in my bed.” He thrust up, fingers digging into
her hips.

She gasped. “You feel so good.”

He bent his knees, supporting her back.
“You feel phenomenal. Soft and hot and so goddamned wet I just want to bury my
dick inside you forever.” He lifted her up, muscles bulging as his cock danced
inside, hitting all the best spots. He slid a hand to her pussy, thumb playing
with her clit. The other he slid around to her ass where he fingered her until
she cried out.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to see,” he
murmured, slipping a finger inside. “I want to fuck you until you pass out.
Then I want to do it all over again.” She was so wet now that he was able to
put another finger in her ass, scissoring them, stretching her open.

“John, God. What are you doing?” She
pushed down on his fingers, amazed at how good it felt.

“I want to make love to you back here. Can
I?” He rubbed at her clit again.

She grabbed his hand, forcing him to stop.
“I can’t think when you do that.”

He looked at her, face suddenly serious,
and stopped moving. It didn’t help as much as she’d expected. His cock and
fingers still filled her up. She moved herself on him, panting as his muscles
went rigid under her legs.

“Yeah,” she said, working herself down on
his fingers again. “Yes. You can have me any way you want, John.” She realized
as she said it that she meant it, and not just because they were having sex.
She looked down at him, a burst of emotion welling up in her chest. This was
the man who’d saved her from her brother.
From her father.
This was the man who’d let her have her way with him outside, in the rain, when
she was out of her head with shock and grief and craziness.

He groaned, moving under her with such
grace that a bolt of fear shot through her: she’d truly let him do anything to
her. She’d let down all her barriers with him and had never been so vulnerable
in her life. She’d never let another man so far inside her—what the hell was
she doing? She gasped, heart pounding from arousal or fright, she wasn’t sure
which, and then he smiled at her, eyes bright. She swallowed, seeing how
carefully he tempered his strength with compassion and yes, love.

“John, I—” she began, but he put a finger
to her lips. She shook her head, but he held her still.

“I love you,” he said.

She shuddered, tears welling up. He drew
her down, kissing her as if it were the first time. She kissed him back,
licking into his mouth, tasting the truth of his words. He turned them over,
shoving pillows under her hips. She moaned, clutching his arms, suddenly wild.
She had to have him,
right now
.

“Easy, love,” he murmured, then slid his
cock out of her pussy and bumped it at her anus. She watched as he grabbed a
condom and tore the package hastily. When he’d put it on, he went back to
rubbing the crown at her hole. She shivered and he teased at her clit with his
fingers,
then
pushed gently with the head of his
prick. His face was tense, controlled, and for a moment she didn’t think it
would work, then all at once, he slid inside. She arched her back against the
burn but before she could complain, it subsided and he sank into her.

“Jesus, fuck,
Liselle
.
You’re so tight.
God.”
He gripped her legs, pushing them up until she was
bent nearly in two. His hips worked relentlessly, shoving his cock inside
little by little.

“John,” she said, brokenly. Her whole body
had gone hot. The pleasure was too much. She thrashed her head from side to
side, shivering.

“
Shh
, just a bit
more,” he ground out, then his balls hit her ass and he bent down, kissing her
knees. “Gorgeous.”

She swallowed, completely dominated by his
body. She couldn’t move, couldn’t control anything, and weirdly, instead of
feeling powerless, she felt strong. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew he
was completely focused on her pleasure.

“More,” she whispered, licking lips gone
dry. “John, please.”

He grimaced, and nodded.
“Yeah.”
His hips stuttered, sending sparks of heat through
her.

God, this is insane
, she thought. She scrabbled at his shoulders, desperate for him.

“Come on,” she said, clenching her
muscles.

He went rigid, and then his hips pumped.
She had to close her eyes as his cock slid out and then back in. He was huge,
and hot, and it was so good she couldn’t think clearly. She just wanted: more
of his mind, more of his body. She grabbed his arms and he plunged in again,
fucking her so slowly she had to bite her lip to keep from floating away.

“Yeah, that’s it,
Liselle
.
Let go,” he murmured, body moving over her.

She threw her head back, overwhelmed. He
shifted until one of his hands was on her clit. She groaned, shoving at him,
needing to come. It felt like a train coming through the woods from far away,
heavy and inevitable. She was nearly there…

“
Liselle
,” he
groaned, cock growing impossibly larger.

She ground down on him and he put two
fingers in her pussy, rubbing the heel of his hand on her clit while he shoved
up inside her ass and she lost it, crashing into a pleasure so huge her vision
went white, then black. He moaned, body going rigid, and then his cock jerked,
his pleasure jetting into her, hot and shocking. She rode another small crest
of pleasure, and then everything seemed to slow down. Her legs slid down his
flanks, boneless, and he collapsed on top of her like a warm, comforting
blanket.

Several minutes later, he stirred, his
cock slipping out of her. He rolled over to dispose of the condom, and then
gathered her back into his arms. When he kissed her cheek, gently enough she
didn’t even feel the sting from her wound, she sighed.

“I love you too, John.”

She felt his smile against her skin. She
wanted him to stay there, always.

Chapter Eleven

John woke slowly.
Liselle
was nestled in his arms, breathing deeply. He didn’t move, not wanting to wake
her when she slept so soundly.
Pitbull
sprawled
across his feet and he couldn’t remember a more perfect moment in his life. He
kissed her hair, smoothing his hand down the silky strands. The morning
sunlight had just begun to creep across the bottom of the bed when she finally
stirred.

“
Mmmm
,” she
said, sliding a hand around his waist.

“Sleepyhead,” he murmured, smiling.

“Why are you awake?” she asked, lifting
her head. Her hair was messy and her right cheek had the imprint of her hand on
it. She’d never looked prettier.

“It’s almost eight o’clock. I bet my
sisters and Beth will be barging in soon, especially after everything that
happened yesterday.”

She nodded and stretched. John watched as
the comforter slid down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were soft and pink.
He wanted to lick them. She caught him looking at her and laughed. He grinned
helplessly at her.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, running a
hand over her waist.

“So are you,” she countered, thumb on his
cheek.

He shook his head, knowing he was blushing
faintly. “Guys aren’t pretty.” He leaned in, kissing her boob.
Pitbull
gave a protesting meow from the vicinity of his
feet.
Liselle
giggled and he opened his mouth,
sucking the nipple in. She gasped, and he bit her gently, enjoying the way she
puckered under his tongue.

“You taste like rain,” he murmured,
licking gently.

She slid her hands into his hair and urged
him up, touching her lips to his. They kissed, and when she pulled back she
licked her lips. “So do you, hot stuff.”

He grinned. “I want to make love to you.”

She kissed him again, short and sweet.
“Yeah, okay.”

He rolled over, pinning her underneath his
hips. The cat yowled and shot off the bed, but John didn’t care. His cock was
so damn hard for
Liselle
already, nudging into the
juncture of her thigh. She opened her legs and the sensitive crown brushed over
her silky pubic hair. His hips jerked and she laughed. Instead of replying, he
took himself in hand and stroked over her pussy, wetting the tip of his shaft.
She moaned, slinging her thighs over his hips.

“You like that?” he asked, knowing she
did. He could smell her arousal: musky and sweet.

“I thought you said your family was
coming?” she said, even as her body nudged against his cock.

“They can wait.” He angled himself down
and she gasped. He slid right in.

“God, you’re so wet,” he muttered,
watching as his dick plunged into her. He loved the way they looked together.
When the door downstairs slammed open, he grimaced, but didn’t stop.

“For crying out loud,” he
muttered,
hips moving.

Liselle
pushed at his arms.
“Stop!
Are you crazy?”

He narrowed his eyes at her and rubbed her
clit. She gasped, throwing her head back. He didn’t care if God himself walked
in on them. Whoever it was could damn well wait until he was done making love
to
Liselle
.

“John? You up there?” his sister Julie
called.

John paused, trying not to cringe. Of
course it was his sister. His balls tried to shrivel up, but since he was
buried inside
Liselle’s
delectable pussy, it didn’t
really work. He groaned softly, burying his face in her neck. His dick
throbbed.

“Oh my God,”
Liselle
said, trying to pull up the covers and shove him off all in one motion.

“Relax,” he said to her, hitching his
hands under her ass. Her legs splayed, giving him the most amazing view of her
soft wet … Hell. No way was he going to be able to stop now.

Raising his voice, he yelled, “We’re still
in bed. Make yourself useful and brew some coffee.”

Liselle
shook her head at him. “You
are
crazy.”

He noted that she’d stopped trying to
shove him away. “She knows better than to come up here.” He fucked into her
with short, sharp thrusts, the kind that would bring them both to the edge very
quickly.