he had kissed her that was the beginning of the end—his starved senses and hungry body made sure of that.
The thong fell uselessly from her hand and there was a split second of doubt in Lisi's mind but that doubt fled the moment that he kissed her.
His mouth plundered hers as if it were the richest treasure
he had ever encountered and her lips parted for him immediately, moist and sweet and tasting faintly of wine.
Lisi's heart was beating so hard she thought that it might burst. This was every wish she'd ever had, every sweet dream come true. Philip. Here. In her arms. Her hands went up to his shoulders and felt the silk of his shirt beneath her fingertips. She was wearing nothing and he was covered up with all these clothes—it wasn't fair!
He lifted his head from hers and she could see that his eyes looked almost ebony in the lamplit room. 'Do you want to undress me, Lisi?' he asked unsteadily, because he couldn't trust himself to do it with any degree of finesse. Not when her breasts were peaking towards him like that and he longed to take one into his mouth and suckle her.
'Yes,' she murmured throatily, made bold by that look of raw need on his gorgeous face. Deftly, she began to unbutton his shirt, springing open the tiny buttons to reveal a golden-skinned torso sprinkled with a smattering of dark hair. She indolently ran the flat of her hand over the soft whorls, feeling him shudder beneath her as she did so, loving the power of having this big, handsome man respond so passionately to her.
He kissed her again. And again. Until she was mindless with longing—willingly pinned to the bed by his muscular frame and praying for him to make love to her properly.
Logic and reason had vanished from his mind—obliterated by the wet lick of her tongue as it flicked against his. If he didn't have her soon, he would explode. 'Undress me,' he commanded huskily. 'Undress me now, Lisi!'
She slid the shirt over his shoulders, anointing the flesh which she laid bare with soft little kisses which made him moan with pleasure beneath her mouth.
His belt came off easily, but her fingers faltered slightly when she was unzipping his trousers as she felt the formidable hardness of him brush against her palm.
'Don't touch me,' he pleaded. 'Not there. Not yet.'
He couldn't wait to be free of his clothes and yet he could hardly bear to watch the erotic vision she made as she pushed the covers off and sank down on her knees astride him, easing the trousers down slowly over the long, powerful shaft of his thighs. She eased them over his knees and further still, her hands brushing against the soft swell of his ankles and lingering there.
'Hurry up,' he pleaded.
Lisi skimmed one of his socks off—immensely flattered by his eagerness and yet slightly taken aback by it. Instinctively, she had known that he would be a passionate man, but she had expected him to exercise restraint as well. And steely control. Those were the qualities which seemed to fit more with the Philip Caprice she knew.
But it seemed that she had been completely wrong. She freed his foot from the second sock.
And then at last he was naked, too.
And aroused.
Very, very aroused.
Lisi swallowed. Surely he couldn't possibly... Surely she couldn't possibly... But then she bucked beneath his fingers as he slithered his middle finger along where she was so hot and slick and hungry. 'Oh!' she moaned in ecstasy.
He smiled, but it was a smile laced with a daunting kind of promise and Lisi felt the briefest shiver of apprehension as she saw the new and urgent tension which had entered his body.
'I want you,' he whispered.
'And I want you, too.'
'Now?' he teased. 'Or shall I play with you a little first?'
His provocative words made her melt even more. She had never been turned on so quickly, nor so thoroughly. There was no need for prolonged foreplay; she was ready.
And very, very willing. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at
The thong fell uselessly from her hand and there was a split second of doubt in Lisi's mind but that doubt fled the moment that he kissed her.
His mouth plundered hers as if it were the richest treasure
he had ever encountered and her lips parted for him immediately, moist and sweet and tasting faintly of wine.
Lisi's heart was beating so hard she thought that it might burst. This was every wish she'd ever had, every sweet dream come true. Philip. Here. In her arms. Her hands went up to his shoulders and felt the silk of his shirt beneath her fingertips. She was wearing nothing and he was covered up with all these clothes—it wasn't fair!
He lifted his head from hers and she could see that his eyes looked almost ebony in the lamplit room. 'Do you want to undress me, Lisi?' he asked unsteadily, because he couldn't trust himself to do it with any degree of finesse. Not when her breasts were peaking towards him like that and he longed to take one into his mouth and suckle her.
'Yes,' she murmured throatily, made bold by that look of raw need on his gorgeous face. Deftly, she began to unbutton his shirt, springing open the tiny buttons to reveal a golden-skinned torso sprinkled with a smattering of dark hair. She indolently ran the flat of her hand over the soft whorls, feeling him shudder beneath her as she did so, loving the power of having this big, handsome man respond so passionately to her.
He kissed her again. And again. Until she was mindless with longing—willingly pinned to the bed by his muscular frame and praying for him to make love to her properly.
Logic and reason had vanished from his mind—obliterated by the wet lick of her tongue as it flicked against his. If he didn't have her soon, he would explode. 'Undress me,' he commanded huskily. 'Undress me now, Lisi!'
She slid the shirt over his shoulders, anointing the flesh which she laid bare with soft little kisses which made him moan with pleasure beneath her mouth.
His belt came off easily, but her fingers faltered slightly when she was unzipping his trousers as she felt the formidable hardness of him brush against her palm.
'Don't touch me,' he pleaded. 'Not there. Not yet.'
He couldn't wait to be free of his clothes and yet he could hardly bear to watch the erotic vision she made as she pushed the covers off and sank down on her knees astride him, easing the trousers down slowly over the long, powerful shaft of his thighs. She eased them over his knees and further still, her hands brushing against the soft swell of his ankles and lingering there.
'Hurry up,' he pleaded.
Lisi skimmed one of his socks off—immensely flattered by his eagerness and yet slightly taken aback by it. Instinctively, she had known that he would be a passionate man, but she had expected him to exercise restraint as well. And steely control. Those were the qualities which seemed to fit more with the Philip Caprice she knew.
But it seemed that she had been completely wrong. She freed his foot from the second sock.
And then at last he was naked, too.
And aroused.
Very, very aroused.
Lisi swallowed. Surely he couldn't possibly... Surely she couldn't possibly... But then she bucked beneath his fingers as he slithered his middle finger along where she was so hot and slick and hungry. 'Oh!' she moaned in ecstasy.
He smiled, but it was a smile laced with a daunting kind of promise and Lisi felt the briefest shiver of apprehension as she saw the new and urgent tension which had entered his body.
'I want you,' he whispered.
'And I want you, too.'
'Now?' he teased. 'Or shall I play with you a little first?'
His provocative words made her melt even more. She had never been turned on so quickly, nor so thoroughly. There was no need for prolonged foreplay; she was ready.
And very, very willing. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at
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