Free Lisette by Gayle Eden Page A

meet
you.”
    ‘I’ll take care of it.” He closed her fingers
on the coins and met her gaze. “I was afraid you wouldn’t see me
again.”
    “I almost didn’t.”
    “My heart beat out of my chest all the way
here.” He grinned.
    “Mine too.”
    He downed the ale and left her, coming back a
bit later and whispering in her ear. She waited, after he left,
then took those back stairs.
    The room was sparse and clean scrubbed.
Daylight was clearly lighting the windows. Marston had removed his
coat and the jacket. He had not thought much about what he put on,
but was glad for what he did, watching her eyes go up him. She
apparently liked it.
    Lisette had closed the slat door. She leaned
against it, and was undoing coat latches. He crossed and moved her
hands away, taking the task himself while his eyes went over her
face and long braid. Under the coat, she had on snug trousers and a
cream linen shirt.
    When the coat fell, it was as if something
released in them both. He cupped her face and lowered his head. She
rose on her tiptoes. In seconds, they were kissing, wildly,
passionately. Breathing fast, fevered, her arms went round him. His
hands were eventually caressing her sides and hips. She suckled his
tongue; so he did sexual things with it in her mouth. Hands now
firm, grasping, he lifted her and turned, blindly walking her to a
bed that he doubted would hold him.
    It was low and they half fell on it, then
broke apart, because it was hard as stone.
    “Bloody hell!” She chuckled and leaned up on
her forearms.
    He felt as if the wind was knocked out of
him, felt a moment of panic but pushed past it and laughed too.
    Her eyes went to his mouth.
    His saw it and the laughter faded.
    Their gazes clung.
    “That’s a pleasant sound.” She reached and
traced his lips.
    He released a breath through his nose and
rose, gently pressing her back before he was kissing her again.
    * * * *
    Lisette had done well most of the week. She
had thought her mind firmly made up until it dawned on her that
when he left, she likely would not see him until spring and her
usual London stay.
    Once she sent the note, excitement took hold,
and moments after she entered the room, looking at him in
close-fitting dove trousers and white shirt, reading and hearing
his eager husk below, she was melting in all the right ways.
Feeling everything, she remembered tenfold.
    Now as he kissed her, his strong masculine
body warm and hands feeling like heaven, she was intoxicated.
    That laugh, transformed his whole face. It
was—sexual.
    Marston lifted his head.
    She gazed up at his heavy lidded gray eyes.
His lips were passion swelled like her own. His well-muscled thigh
was over hers.
    “Should we take our boots off?” He reached to
brush a wayward strand from her temple.
    “Yes.”
    He moved and they sat opposite side, pulling
off boots.
    “Why does time seem to be flying?” He asked,
rolling toward her as she met him half in the middle. Their feet
brushed. It should not have aroused her but it did. His scent, the
feel of his muscles under her hands, stimulated her.
    “I don’t know. But we don’t have whisper this
time.”
    He did that slight quirk of lips and skimmed
his palm up from her hip to just under her breast. “I want to make
the most of this encounter.” His eyes softened. “I dare not ask if
I will see you in London.”
    “I don’t know.” She looked away from him.
    He offered, “Do you doubt your attraction to
me now? It has always been obvious I feel such for you.”
    “No. I don’t.” She met his gaze again. “But
we are still… different.” She reached and touched his hair. “Other
than this…I don’t know much else. Save what you appear to be in
society.”
    “If you trust me not to expose
this…attraction, then I will respect that boundary. If I had wanted
to compromise you or force you to accept me, Lisette. I would have
arranged that at your parent’s house.”
    “True.”
    He felt relieved but in no way