Seducing Liselle (7 page)

“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 him
, she thought as she moved her
hips just the slightest bit. The crown of his shaft was lodged right up against
her clit and every time she moved, it felt like fireworks going off in her
pussy.

“God,
Liselle
,
you’re killing me,” he said, crooking his fingers underneath the fabric of her
bra. A nail flicked past her right nipple and she grabbed his arms, wanting
more. He froze, the muscles on his forearms flexing beneath her palms.

“You like that?” he asked, flicking again.
Her nipple perked up against his finger and she nodded, her face going hot.

Well, hotter
, she thought, not really caring that he could see how aroused he’d
made her.
At least I’m not cold anymore.

“Yeah, okay” he murmured, sliding the bra
down so that her breast popped free. “Gorgeous.” He ran his thumb over her,
playing until her pussy ached.

She moaned, throwing her head back.
Suddenly, the world spun and when everything settled again she was on her back
with John crouched over her. Whoa. He was seriously strong. His hands went back
to her breasts, but she tugged at his shirt.

“Off.” She slid her hands under the soft
fabric, reveling in the hard lines of his abdomen. “Please.”

He smiled and grabbed the neck of his
shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion.
Liselle
licked her lips and stared. He looked as strong as he felt, though she winced
when she saw the scars that twisted up and over his right shoulder. She touched
the one that started on his bicep gently.

“Does it hurt?”

He shrugged, rolling his shoulder under
her palm. “Sometimes the joint bothers me. I have nerve damage on the skin and
inside, so parts of it are numb. But I can’t complain, not really. I didn’t
lose my arm. And I’m alive.” a shadow passed over his face so fast she wasn’t
sure she really saw it or if she was imagining things.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, when she
bit her lip. “I’m okay.” He kissed her fingers.

Liselle
smiled at him and let her hands roam over his skin again, enjoying
the heat he exuded. She traced all of his scars,
then
moved down to his stomach, smiling when he squirmed.

“Ticklish?” she asked.

He laughed and she moved her hand down. He
inhaled sharply when her wrist bumped his erection. It tented the front of his sweats.

That must be uncomfortable
, she thought as she froze, looking up at his face. He watched her,
visibly restraining himself. She could tell he wanted to touch her, but was
letting her have her way with him first, maybe to reassure her? She didn’t understand
him.
Liselle
lifted her hands away, suddenly having
second thoughts. What was she doing? She’d just met this man and sweet as he
was, he was still stronger than her.
And men can be unpredictable when you
let your guard down
, she thought.

“Oh no, don’t get shy now. I like your
hands all over me,” he murmured, reaching down and capturing her right arm. He
drew her up, deliberately placing her palm on his cock. She gasped as he sucked
in a breath, erection leaping into her fingers. She let herself touch him,
running her hand up and down his length through his sweats. He trembled,
looking suddenly vulnerable, and that was so surprising that she pushed her
misgivings down.

This man won’t hurt me
, she told herself, desperately wanting it to be true. She remembered
how protective he’d been with Beth. She curved her fingers around him.

He touched her hand then used it to jack
himself. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen even with the fabric in the
way: their fingers tangled together, his dick surging up between.

“God,
Liselle
.”
His breathing was ragged.

“Off,” she said again, this time tugging
at his sweats before she could have second thoughts.

He looked at her, eyes dark with arousal,
then slid a hand under his pants, shoving them off in one graceful motion. His
cock jutted out, a deep red and wet at the tip. Damn, he was huge.
Liselle
didn’t think she’d ever seen a man so beautiful.

Or so well-endowed
, she thought with trepidation. There was no way that thing was
going to fit inside her, at least not without a lot of coaxing. She closed her
legs, a sudden burst of insecurity racing through her.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t hurt you. Here,
scoot forward,” he said, seeming to understand her hesitation.

She frowned, wondering what he had in
mind. When he slid back onto the couch behind her, cocooning her between his
legs again, she breathed a sigh of relief. This felt safe, despite the heat of
his erection pressing into her spine. He pulled the blanket back up.

“Okay?” he whispered into her ear.

She nodded.

“Good. Let me take care of you,” he
murmured,
voice low and raspy.

She shivered, but not with cold. He ran
his fingers down her arms,
then
wriggled his hand
behind her back.

“Can I undo this?” He slid a finger under
her bra strap.

She had to clear her throat to speak.
“Yeah, okay.”

He undid her bra and tossed it in front of
the fireplace.

“You smell wonderful. And you feel
gorgeous,” he said, immediately sliding his hands over her breasts.

She squirmed, simultaneously comforted and
aroused. His fingers were playing with her nipples again and the arousal that
had faded with her worry came back with a vengeance.

“I can tell you really like this.” His
thumbs flicked her nipples into aching points.

She nodded, gripping his thighs. She felt
dizzy, like she was in a plane going a thousand miles an hour. Adrenaline
rushed through her and she had to hold on tightly, trusting that he would be
there to catch her if she fell.

“
Shhh
. Relax,”
he said, kissing under her ear. “I have a feeling most of the men in your life
were jerks, am I right?”

She snorted, still jumpy.
“Yeah.
You could say that.” She felt him smile against her
skin.

“I don’t want to be like them. I’m not
like them. Let me take care of you for a little while.” His hands slowly
caressed her breasts,
then
moved down her abdomen,
warm and gentle.

“I can take care of myself,” she said,
fully aware of how ridiculous she was being. She was sprawled on top of him.
They were both naked, or nearly so, in her case. The time for second thoughts
was past.

He chuckled. “I know you can. But right
now, right here, tonight, you don’t have to.” He put a hand right on her mound,
fingers slowly rubbing against the silken fabric of her panties.

She arched her spine, the
pleasure making her cry
out.

“Yeah, you like that,” he said. “I can
feel how wet you are.”

She nodded, letting her legs fall open. He
scraped a nail along the fabric, right over her sensitive clit. She dug her
fingers into his thigh, the pleasure shooting through her like a falling star.
She’d made so many wishes for exactly this, for a man who would treat her as
though she mattered, and now that it was happening she couldn’t believe it.

“Are you on any birth control?” he asked,
kissing her ear.

She froze for a moment,
then
had to laugh. She hadn’t been expecting him to ask that, though it made sense.
Guys who weren’t jerks actually cared about that kind of thing. “I had my tubes
tied a few years ago. I don’t want kids.”

His hand stopped,
then
resumed its slow movements.
“Yeah.
I can understand
that,” he said wryly.

She craned her head around, trying to see
his face. “You don’t want kids?”

He shook his head. “No. My sisters have
more than enough kids to go around. I like being an uncle.” He kissed her then,
his mouth hot and skilled.

She let herself melt into him, panting
when he tucked her head into his shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, voice cracking.

“I won’t,” he promised, slipping his hands
back down her body. He put a finger in her panties and tugged them down. She
lifted her hips, helping him slide them off. His hands went under her ass,
spreading her open beneath the blanket. She could smell herself. A trickle of
moisture ran from her pussy down to her butt. His fingers were brushing against
her asshole, gently teasing the sensitive nerves. She writhed, desperate for
him to touch her harder, faster, something … as long as it was
more
.

“You smell fucking fantastic,” he
muttered, hands slipping up and around until he had her by the thighs. He
opened her up, hooking her legs around his so that she didn’t have to hold
herself up anywhere.

Liselle
moaned as the position pressed his cock against her back like a
brand. “I’m not hurting you?” she asked, worried she was too heavy for him.

He laughed as he shook his head. “Not at
all,” he said, nibbling at the tendon in her shoulder. “You’re warm and soft
and sexy. And you’re tiny. You’re not hurting me at all. Now, stop worrying.”

She shuddered as he bit down,
then
soothed her skin with his tongue. One of his hands
moved up to her breasts, the other back to her pussy where he spread her
arousal all over, fingers sliding in and out sensuously. Her hips jerked,
trying to get his hand exactly where she wanted it.

“Please,” she begged again.

“Please what?” he asked huskily. She
tossed her head at the sound of his voice, feeling high on strong, aroused
male. Clearly this was as much a torture for him as it was for her.

“Touch me. God—” she broke off, throwing
her head back when his clever fingers slid the hood of her clit back and forth.
“More. John, I need—”

“I know what you need,” he murmured,
fingers circling, circling.

Her hips moved restlessly. He held her
tightly under her ribs and opened his legs more, forcing her thighs wider. When
his finger delicately tapped the tip of her clit, she keened, so close she
couldn’t think straight anymore.

“
Mmm
, that’s
it,” he said, finger tapping. Just as she was about to come, he stopped and
dipped inside her again. She groaned in protest and he kissed her neck, fingers
circling her labia as he eased her off the edge.

“What are you doing?” she managed,
breathing heavy.

“I want you to stop thinking so much. Let
me make you feel good,” he said.

“You’re killing me,” she complained, hands
tracing frustrated patterns on his thighs.

“I’ll get you there, I promise. Patience,”
he said, lifting her up his torso. Her head fell back onto his shoulder and he
swiveled his hips, slipping his dick between her legs.

“Oh God,” she said as his cock lodged up
between her pussy. “You’re so hot.” She waited a moment, trying to catch her
breath.
“And big.”

“You’re hot too,” he muttered, hips moving
lazily. “And I’m not so big this won’t work, trust me.” His erection slid back
and forth over her most sensitive spots, her slick arousal coating both of
them. He wrapped his right arm beneath her thigh, holding her tight.

Liselle
couldn’t move at all. She was completely at his mercy. She
shivered. She’d never been so turned on in her entire life.

“You still okay?” he asked, using his cock
to tease at her clit.

She nodded frantically. She was so close…

“Good. Hang on,” he said,
then
he slowed down, butting his dick up against her
erratically. He did this a few times before he stopped, panting into her ear.
Then he did it all over again.
And again, bringing her right
to the edge and then back down.
She couldn’t predict when he was going
to move, couldn’t force him to go faster or slower or do anything except hold
onto his legs and take it.