Read Online At the Spaniard's Pleasure by Jacqueline Baird - Free Book Online
Authors: Jacqueline Baird
Ads: Link
Liza murmured and let him lead her back to the sofa, and made no objection when, seated beside her, he kept one arm around her waist, holding her close to his side.
âYou know my mother,â he prompted with a wry smile. âShe gets an idea in her head and wonât budge. She still thinks she offended you and that is why you have never visited in years. My jet is standing by at the airport, Liza, youâre unexpectedly free for a week or soâ¦there will never be a better time.â
With a flash of insight Liza knew she would let this man take her anywhere; after years of frustration she had finally met again the man whose slightest touch thrilled her to the core. âI donât have a choice,â she said drily. âI have already told your mother I would go.â And she had already toldherself earlier she wanted to see where the relationship with Nick would lead, and she would never have a better chance.
âNever mind Mamma, I want you to come for me,â Nick husked and looked long and deep into her eyes.
Liza felt as if he was looking into her soul, and what she had thought was a simple case of sexual chemistry between them suddenly took on a frightening dimension. She noted tiny flecks of gold in the darkening depths of his eyes, and all her muscles tensed as she forgot his mother, forgot everything except the heady awareness of this man that filled her mind to the exclusion of everything else.
âNick,â she thought, not realising she had said his name out loud. He tugged at her heart-strings like no other man before, or ever would again, she realised with blinding clarity. She wanted him, and instinctively she moved closer to his side.
âYes, Liza.â His voice roughened as he held her firmly then quickly slipped his other arm around her to draw her even closer. She felt the hardness of his body and the heat of him searing her, even through the fabric of her dress. His dark head bent and his lips hovered over hers. âI knew you would be sensible,â he murmured and then he kissed her, his tongue slipping between her parted lips in a deeply sensual kiss.
This wasnât sensible, Liza knew. He was implying a brief affair, but his mouth was tender and moist, filling her with sensation until she couldnât think. His hand caressed slowly up her side and over the soft mound of one breast, and a tiny moan escaped her. His powerful sexuality overwhelmed her, making the blood run hot through her veins, and she was lost in the wonder of his embrace when he lifted his head and eased back slightly and murmured, âThink of us, Liza.â
âUs?â She was totally confused.
âYes,â Nick promised, one hand gently cupping her chin. âI have to leave tonight.â He kissed her again. âAnd I want you with me quite desperately.â He mouthed the wordsagainst her lips as his other hand caught hers and pressed it to his hard manhood. âFeel what you do to me,â he rasped sexily.
Her breath snagged in her throat and she saw his pupils dilating so his eyes were sinful black pools of hunger. She flexed her fingers and heard him groan. She pulled her hand away, afraid she had hurt him. Equally as ravenous for him.
He kissed her again with a deep, possessive passion, and when his mouth lifted from hers Lizaâs arms were around his neck, and the breath was drawn from her body. She pulled back and briefly closed her eyes, fighting to recover her breath, the longing to know Nick in every way an almost physical pain, and thought, why not?
She might never get another chance to feel the miracle of his lovemaking and she wanted to more than anything else in her life, he had haunted her dreams for years. She was on holiday, and plenty of girls had a holiday romance they remembered with affection after it was over, without ruining their livesâ¦she rationalised. So why not her?
Boldly she curled her arms around his neck again and urged
âYou know my mother,â he prompted with a wry smile. âShe gets an idea in her head and wonât budge. She still thinks she offended you and that is why you have never visited in years. My jet is standing by at the airport, Liza, youâre unexpectedly free for a week or soâ¦there will never be a better time.â
With a flash of insight Liza knew she would let this man take her anywhere; after years of frustration she had finally met again the man whose slightest touch thrilled her to the core. âI donât have a choice,â she said drily. âI have already told your mother I would go.â And she had already toldherself earlier she wanted to see where the relationship with Nick would lead, and she would never have a better chance.
âNever mind Mamma, I want you to come for me,â Nick husked and looked long and deep into her eyes.
Liza felt as if he was looking into her soul, and what she had thought was a simple case of sexual chemistry between them suddenly took on a frightening dimension. She noted tiny flecks of gold in the darkening depths of his eyes, and all her muscles tensed as she forgot his mother, forgot everything except the heady awareness of this man that filled her mind to the exclusion of everything else.
âNick,â she thought, not realising she had said his name out loud. He tugged at her heart-strings like no other man before, or ever would again, she realised with blinding clarity. She wanted him, and instinctively she moved closer to his side.
âYes, Liza.â His voice roughened as he held her firmly then quickly slipped his other arm around her to draw her even closer. She felt the hardness of his body and the heat of him searing her, even through the fabric of her dress. His dark head bent and his lips hovered over hers. âI knew you would be sensible,â he murmured and then he kissed her, his tongue slipping between her parted lips in a deeply sensual kiss.
This wasnât sensible, Liza knew. He was implying a brief affair, but his mouth was tender and moist, filling her with sensation until she couldnât think. His hand caressed slowly up her side and over the soft mound of one breast, and a tiny moan escaped her. His powerful sexuality overwhelmed her, making the blood run hot through her veins, and she was lost in the wonder of his embrace when he lifted his head and eased back slightly and murmured, âThink of us, Liza.â
âUs?â She was totally confused.
âYes,â Nick promised, one hand gently cupping her chin. âI have to leave tonight.â He kissed her again. âAnd I want you with me quite desperately.â He mouthed the wordsagainst her lips as his other hand caught hers and pressed it to his hard manhood. âFeel what you do to me,â he rasped sexily.
Her breath snagged in her throat and she saw his pupils dilating so his eyes were sinful black pools of hunger. She flexed her fingers and heard him groan. She pulled her hand away, afraid she had hurt him. Equally as ravenous for him.
He kissed her again with a deep, possessive passion, and when his mouth lifted from hers Lizaâs arms were around his neck, and the breath was drawn from her body. She pulled back and briefly closed her eyes, fighting to recover her breath, the longing to know Nick in every way an almost physical pain, and thought, why not?
She might never get another chance to feel the miracle of his lovemaking and she wanted to more than anything else in her life, he had haunted her dreams for years. She was on holiday, and plenty of girls had a holiday romance they remembered with affection after it was over, without ruining their livesâ¦she rationalised. So why not her?
Boldly she curled her arms around his neck again and urged
Similar Books
