Free Lisette by Gayle Eden Page B

certain she
would see him again. Elisha’s hand eased over, cupping her breast.
“You lead the game and I will follow.” His thumb brushed the nipple
that had instantly hardened. “You are right; I have never in my
life done this, been this impulsive. Nevertheless, it excites me as
much as it does you. I am no fool, Lisette, I know you fear I will
use it, or read more into it. But you are a blunt speaking woman.
You have invited me to play, and I am more than willing.”
    Elisha kissed her sensually after that. Doing
a deep and leisurely, exploring while he pulled her shirt and
camisole free, and floated his hand under it. He moaned at the feel
of her skin, feeling the quiver in her stomach.
    Freeing her mouth, Elisha eased down and
rolled his tongue around her nipples, spending a long time suckling
and teasing her breasts—loving the sound of her sighs and moans,
the sensual feel of her arching against him.
    He nuzzled her stomach and came back up for
more kisses.
    They could have been anywhere and it would
not have mattered. The crude tavern room was nothing. They were two
lovers tasting and exploring.
    Her body hot, Lisette leaned up and pushed
him back. She kissed and stroked him. Her hand covered his groin.
She broke the kiss, raised, and stared at him.
    He had to pull himself out of the haze to
notice it. Elisha eased her hand away and slid up, finger combing
his hair back before he shifted again, to pull the sheet over his
lower half. He held her gaze while he worked his trousers off. He
had his legs free of it, the sheet draped over his cock.
    * * * *
    Lisette could sense his tension. She found it
curious since it wasn’t particularly a sexual tension. She peeked
downwards, viewing the tender skin of his lower stomach—a
beautifully hard male stomach, and very strong limbs with faint
black that hair. At the thigh, they seemed smoother, but the muscle
was defined.
    On her knees, she leaned, began kissing his
stomach, and could feel his hand touch her back, her hair. He
touched as if he were being careful not to hurt her. He was feeling
her with his palm and fingertips. It was heady. She enjoyed his
scent while her hands felt and touched everything he exposed. It
heightened her own arousal.
    Smoothing a hand down and around to his
buttock, she met his leaden gaze. “Your body is magnificent,
Elisha.’
    Face tense, he shuddered. “I’m glad it
pleases you.”
    Lisette nudged him. He rolled to his
side—
    Truly, the man astounded her with sinew
perfectly wrapped on his long form. He had a rounded derrière and
lean side. A fan of sculpted muscle in his chest and back. His skin
was dusky looking and hot to the touch. Lisette leaned, kissing the
side of his neck, then his buttock, at the indented side.
    She went down his side and up his back,
caressing and kissing, breathing unsteady because it aroused her
beyond explaining.
    He groaned and reached back, cupped her head
and turned his, so they could kiss long and deep.
    “Lisette.” He breathed out harsh while she
bit his ear and reached around to rub and chaff his nipples.
    “Elisha.”
    He moaned and tugged her almost over him, her
knees against his back, so he could suckle her nipples. Braced to
hold herself up, she registered his harsh breathing and looked down
to notice his hand was under the covers... stroking himself.
    Easing her body back she started to touch him
there, but his molten eyes caught hers, and he rolled to his back,
one knee bent while his fingers found her sex.
    On her knees, she moved her hips as he thrust
his tawny finger slowly in and out of her. She found the place to
rub higher up, her gaze gliding from his face to that fist under
the sheet.
    Their breathing escalated. He pressed deeper.
When she climaxed and it contracted on his finger. Lisette
collapsed against him shuddering, knowing when he gathered her to
his chest that he had climaxed too. His heart under her ear was
thundering deep.
    * * * *
    They were dressed again, refreshed