Free Devils on Horseback: Lee, Book 4 by Beth Williamson Page A

against his made him groan with anticipation, particularly when her heat touched his throbbing dick through his trousers. God, he didn’t remember being so aroused with Fiona. With her it had been more of a frantic fucking in the alley or in a dark corner of a tent, since she always had only five minutes for him.
    Lee glanced behind him and with a satisfaction he didn’t expect, he turned the key in the lock above the doorknob. It was time.
    His body had never been so hard, or so ready, not that he’d been overly experienced at sex. Deep down at an elemental level though, he knew this was different, very different, and he welcomed it because it made him feel. He hadn’t felt much but darkness and fury for too long. Genny’s magic wound its way around him, drawing him into her arms, into the lightness of her soul.
    Words didn’t seem necessary.
    She undressed him slowly and he let her. What he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and fuck her until neither one of them could see straight. Yet he didn’t because he craved this, whatever it was, and his own rash actions were never to be trusted. So he let her lead and show him what she desired, although he shook with the need to act.
    With each button she opened, Genny kissed the exposed skin. Her lips were soft and warm, almost hot, and occasionally her tongue would reach out and lap at him. Lee couldn’t stop a small moan from escaping the first time she did it. He hadn’t had a woman pleasure him like that before.
    She pulled the shirt from his trousers and slid it off, then she pressed her breasts into his bare chest. He closed his eyes, almost coming in his drawers at the sensation of skin on skin. It was pitiful to think he hadn’t actually ever been nude with a woman before, not that there were more than a handful, but they had been whores without time for this kind of mutual pleasuring or even to take all their clothes off.
    Genny was a lady, a widow who needed him as much as he needed her. This was no pity fuck, no money changing hands. It was a mutual joining of bodies and he could hardly stand the wait, but he did because she wanted him to.
    She ran her hands across his chest, lightly scratching at his nipples. The sensation shot straight down his belly to his balls, which were tighter than a pair of walnuts at that moment. She leaned forward and licked his flat nipples, followed by a bite for each one in turn.
    He loved it.
    Then she touched his shoulders and his arms. He held his breath, waiting for her to be revolted by the scarred remains of his left arm, but she continued touching him, and he could breathe again.
    “You are a beautiful man, Lee Blackwood.”
    Before he could respond to that ridiculous notion, she pulled his head down and kissed him. Oh, sweet heavenly saints, her lips were even better against his own. Soft and warm, pliable and firm, she kissed as if she knew exactly what he needed, what he wanted, what he craved.
    Her breath mixed with his as their mouths opened, tongues dueled and the temperature in the room rose exponentially. Sweet, hot wet kisses that melded them together until he couldn’t tell where his mouth ended and hers began. Their tongues rasped in unison as he pressed his hardness into her softness and her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to her.
    They kissed for what seemed like hours and Lee was surprised to find he wasn’t as impatient as he had been. As if the kissing were as sexually satisfying as plunging into her, or at least pleasurable enough that he wanted to kiss her all night. It was all mixed up in his head, but he did know that Genny fit him as well as the key in the lock behind him. He wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t standing there kissing him, her naked and him half-naked with a dick harder than a steel bar.
    When her hands landed on his trousers, his erection jumped at her. She chuckled under her breath, the husky sound making his breathing even more ragged. Genny continued to