by S Cinders
She deliberately straightened her shoulders, thrusting her breasts out, thankful that the current fashion dictated a lower bodice even on morning dresses. Although it was nothing like an evening gown, it was enough to darken the eyes of her fair hero.
“What brings you out this way, Mr. Harris?”
“ You,” he breathed .
“I beg pardon?” Samantha asked in question, her eyebrows rising in disbelief.
Mr. Harris flushed, “That wasn’t what I meant to say. I was trying to ask the same of you.”
Samantha felt her heart, which had taken off at breakneck speed, start to sputter and return to normal,”Oh, well, I suppose I wished to have some time to myself.” Samantha frowned a little, “I enjoy company, but it is sometimes a bit much. I don’t suppose that makes any sense. But there are times when I do enjoy my own company.”
Mr. Harris smiled kindly in response, “I understand completely. I would imagine that you are excellent company.”
Samantha’s heart threatened to speed away once again, “I am not so sure about that assessment. I know that my best friend’s Lucy and Freddy are partial to me as well as my brother and his wife. But I only have a handful of friends other than that.”
“A beautiful girl like yourself?” Mr. Harris scoffed, “I can’t believe it.”
Samantha flushed, “Thank you, Sir, but I assure you. There is nothing beautiful about me. I am nothing out of the ordinary. ”
Henry stared at the girl wondering if perhaps she was fishing for a compliment. But to his extreme shock, she was completely serious.
“Miss Shore, you are lovely,” he began.
Samantha looked horrified, “Oh no! Mr. Harris, I was not seeking to have you prove me wrong. Please do not feel that is necessary.
“But indeed I do,” he argued with her. “This is not a misapprehension that you should be laboring under.”
“I am feeling uncomfortable,” Samantha tried to leave. But Henry knew that he ha d one way that he could prove that he believed she was attracted to him.
Grasping her small face with his strong hands, he kissed her hard on the mouth. Dipping into her sweetness he took his time supping at her lips. Taking her lower lip in and worrying it back and forth.
She was a puddle of goo when they finally pulled apart.
“You are lovely,” he whispered against her forehead. “Say it!” he demanded.
“I am lovely,” Samantha whispered against his neck as she held onto his arms to keep upright. Her body felt like lightning was coursing through it and she wasn’t sure what had just happened except that Mr. Harris most definitely had the upper hand.
CHAPTER 8
Henry hadn’t slept much that night, visions of a dark haired beauty plaguing his thoughts and dreams incessantly . Why Samantha Shore had to be at this house party was beyond him.
He was a military man. Henry had given up the marriage and family route long ago and hadn’t once regretted it.
Until a certain dark haired vixen stumbled into his arms, and now he wasn’t sure if up was down or backward was forwards. All he knew was that he needed to put an end to this flirtation immediately .
If he had needs of an intimate nature, there were plenty of maids in the village that were willing to lift their skirts and were not looking for happily ever after. Why is it then, that this seemed so cold and dismal, Henry did not know?
That morning he awoke early and went to the village to try and see if he could assess the free trading situation. Surely the smuggling routes would still be in use even with the Duke’s large house party. That was what they were all banking on.
In villages such as these, it was often the case that almost every home was touched in some way or another by free trade. Even the church was not free from stain. Henry had found more than one priest who had either lied to protect his parish or had even used his holy venue to hide smuggled goods.
Henry was not one to point the finger of blame. He knew that taxes and tariffs were often crippling for these families. However, enemies and spies to the crown were quite another matter.
Along the cliffs of Dover, there are many caves. This too makes it possible to hide boats and goods out of plain sight. It isn’t any wonder that free traders run rampant in these parts.
But what Henry found that morning surprised him the most. Just off the shore, a strange movement in the water caught his eye. It appeared to be some type of barrels or containers that were painted blue and weighed down.
They were hiding something right in the water.
Henry felt a rare smile pass his lips—cheeky bastards. At least if it were information, they wouldn’t need this size barrel. Undoubtedly this would be of beverage variety, and for as much as Henry liked order, he did enjoy a nice French brandy.
He wasn’t there long when he heard some movement behind him. Slipping his hand into the back waistband of his breeches, Henry grasped his pistol and waited to see who approached him.
Never had he been more surprised when the lady who had kept him up in more ways than one walked into view. Miss Shore hadn’t even noticed his presence. She was bending down to pluck another blood red poppy to add to the bouquet in her arms.
Her curvaceous body caused him to curse internally. Would that she could be any less enticing? Her lips were nearly the same color as the flowers she held against them as she leaned down to smell them.
Her faint smile, causing a familiar tug in his gut. He didn’t announce himself right away but took a moment to watch her movements. She was poetry and grace, her bonnet having slipped off her head and back onto her shoulders, and tiny wisps of dark hair caressing her face and neck.
He longed to be the one to touch her so.
Something must have amused her, for a grand smile broke across her face, and he felt it to the depths of his soul.
Bloody hell—Henry was so mixed up, all he knew was that this had to stop.
He spoke with her, and her eyes immediately lighted on his face, a faint pink staining her cheeks.
His cock twitched. He would not have any of that. Henry wasn’t going to fall for this nonsense again. But he couldn’t seem to take his eyes from her. Was she deliberately pushing her breasts out for him?
He felt his cock hardening in his breeches. She was asking him something, he could barely attend, and then he answered, “You.”
Dear Lord! What had she said—it was something about what he was doing?
And then it was the greatest of all surprises. Miss Samantha Shore did not see what a complete vision that she was to the world. He had only called her beautiful. But the word alone paled compared to the true amazement that was her.
In actuality, there weren't words to describe how perfectly the curve of her face fit the palm of his hand. Nor the way that he wanted to worship her with every fiber of his being.
Whatever was happening to him?
But he couldn’t let her walk away not knowing.
“You are lovely,” Henry insisted, and then he broke the very rule that he had made to himself just that morning. And he kissed Miss Shore hard on the lips pulling her tight against his muscled frame. Because if he couldn’t explain it with words, then by gad he certainly could convey it this way.
Her breathing hitched, and she clutched him like a lifeline. Henry loved the way she made him feel. Her soft form cushioned perfectly against his. It was almost more than he could do to pull away.
He made her repeat it, he wanted her to know it and feel it in every fiber of her being. She was in every sense of the word—lovely.
He knew in that instance that as soon as this business was over, he needed to make some drastic changes. Because somehow this dark haired girl had slipped beneath his defenses, and he wasn’t sure when or why, but he wasn’t willing to let her go.
Miss Samantha Shore was his. Henry knew that of a certainty. He just needed to keep her safely tucked away until this nasty business was over.
Surely that wouldn’t be so very ha
rd to do?
CHAPTER 9
Samantha wasn’t aware what had caused her to wake from slumber, but once awakened, she couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. Finally, after tossing and turning for several minutes, she decided that she was hungry.
Samantha debated whether it was wise or not to go on her own. In truth, she really should have awakened her maid. But her sense of adventure was awakened, and she knew that in the darkness of night, she could explore more at her leisure.
So after the tiniest of moment's hesitation, she slipped on her wrapper and slippers, grabbed a lit candle, and proceeded down the hallway.
Samantha was housed in the guest wing of the grand country estate, and for the most part, she did not know which grand lady or gentleman occupied the other bedchambers in the ornate hallways.
It was when she passed the second one on the left that she heard a low guttural moan that stopped her in her tracks.
Surely someone wasn’t ill she reasoned as she walked closer to the door and placed her small hand upon it.
Then silence.
Perhaps she had imagined it? Samantha almost moved away when she heard the voice growl again.
Goodness, her heart began to pound in her chest. Her hand instinctively moved to the handle of the door. But before she moved another muscle she took stock of the situation. Samantha wasn’t a green girl.
The last thing she wanted to do was to walk in on a husband and wife during their congress, or even worse, a lovers tryst.
No, she thought to herself, it was best to leave whoever this was to their privacy.
Samantha was thoroughly mortified that she had even considered invading their bedchamber. What kind of a wanton was she becoming?
It had to be that naughty book, putting all kinds of thoughts into her gently bred mind that obviously shouldn’t be there.
Chastened she moved to step away, never to repeat her behavior. When she heard the one word that had her hand flying back to the door handle.
“Samantha!”
Before she knew what she was about, the knob was turned, and she had slipped inside the dark bedchamber. Her candle had been snuffed in her furry to slip inside. And as she stood there back pressed tight against the large mahogany door with the smoking tallow candle surely giving her away.
Samantha beheld the most impressive sight in her young life.
Mr. Henry Harris was perfectly presented, spread eagle, and stark naked across the large four poster bed. His rich burgundy bedding providing a decadent scene as his large muscular frame, tight with passion writhed upon the sheets.
His head was thrown back, and his longish dark hair usually pulled into a stylish cue was wild about him. His body was covered in muscles and fine dark hair. Samantha could hardly take it all in. She had never seen such a thing of magnificence in her life.
And the pinnacle of it all was grasped in his right hand. His giant cock was thick and long, and as Mr. Harris stroked it ruthlessly, it only seemed to grow in size.
Samantha was mesmerized. So this was what they had failed to picture in her story book.
His low moan caused her core to tighten, and she noticed for the first time a distinct dampness between her thighs. She paused a moment to take an assessment of herself. Her full breasts felt heavy. Her nipples had tightened painfully against her nightgown. Her lower belly was churning with something, a want or need that she didn’t quite understand.
And there was an indescribable ache between her thighs. Samantha wanted this man.
“Samantha, yes love, take me in your mouth, all the way,” his hips lifted off the bed and he started to pant, “You are perfect, darling, just like that.”
He was holding his shaft so tightly. A pearl of liquid began to leak from the top of his cock and Samantha felt a rush of liquid dampen her thighs. Nothing could have been more erotic than this moment. Her heart was about to break free from its cage and her breath caught in her throat.
He heard her.
Suddenly their eyes met.
His horrified incredulous ones met Samantha’s innocent, hopeful gaze.
For a moment time stood still, and then Samantha whispered in earnest, “You cannot stop there, for the love of everything, I am dying to know! Mr. Harris, what comes next?”
And he promptly fell off the bed .
He popped up with half the sheets wrapped around his mid second section, “What the devil? Am I dreaming? What are you doing here, Miss Shore? Please let this be a dream? Dear Lord above this is the most untenable situation I have ever found myself. How did you?” He began again, “Why would you?” But he could not seem to find his ground, and Samantha just looked on with wide eyes.
Poor Mr. Harris.
CHAPTER 10
Henry could not tear his eyes away from Samantha even though he knew that he should be bundling her up and removing her as quickly as possible. How she had managed to stumble upon him, he would never understand.
His ass was smarting from where he had landed upon it. And his cock was still at full mast having been interrupted at the most auspicious moment possible. Damn the woman and her terrible timing!
His chest heaved as he tried to calm his rapid breathing, “Samantha,” he tried again.
She beamed at the use of her first name, and he immediately knew his mistake.
“I do apologize, I meant to say, Miss Shore,” he began again, but Samantha wasn’t having any of it.
“That’s what caught my attention,” she blurted out, a delicate flush rising to her already heightened rosy cheeks.
“I beg pardon,” Henry fumbled.
“I heard a noise,” Samantha motioned toward the hallway, “I couldn’t sleep you see. And I hadn’t realized that anyone else was awake.”
Henry choked, “Just because you heard a noise, does not mean that you investigate!”
Samantha’s eyes twinkled with mirth, “Spy techniques? I do appreciate the lesson, Mr. Harris, I assure you. But this was one that I had already reasoned on my own. I was well on my way to moving down the hallway when I heard you call out my name.”
His face at once paled.
“Oh, now, Mr. Harris, don’t take it so badly,” Samantha soothed. “I own, on my life I have never seen anything quite so stimulating in my life—truly magnificent !”
Henry’s cock throbbed as his hands tightened on his blanket, “This is a dream, isn’t it? Things like this do not happen to real people, certainly not individuals like me.”
Samantha laughed, a lovely tinkling sound that had his cock straining. “Do you think you have gone round the bend? I assure you, Mr. Harris, you are as perfectly sane as I am. And I have to say that I was ever so relieved to see that your cock, although magnificent in stature was not the dreaded foot long as I had initially feared.”
Henry stumbled, bashing his toe against the foot rail and exposing the said male artifact that Samantha had just been admiring.
“Why there is it!” she exclaimed in delight .
“Samantha!” he squeaked in outrage, “Why are you? What in the world? Am I dead?”
Samantha, thinking that she was taking pity on the man, began to advance upon him.
Henry was in full retreat but with the blankets still, on the floor, he tumbled once again on his ass.
As she came around the bed, Samantha slid down onto the floor next to him, “You really are a most unusual man.”
“I would have to return the compliment, Miss Shore,” Henry croaked, desperately trying to cover himself.
“I think it best that you call me, Samantha,” she grinned as she scooted closer to the heat of his larger frame. “And I shall call you, Henry,” she whispered in his ear.
His gaze was desperate, “Samantha, I am moments away from doing things that would be morally repugnant to you. You must leave before you are utterly lost as I ravish you. I don’t know how to make you understand. I want you desperately, but in a carnal way. Let me woo you properly as you deserve.”
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sp; Samantha’s pink tongue danced out to glisten her bottom lip, “Henry,” she smiled and his gut clenched. “I may not be as informed as you are. But I want you just as desperately, you cannot send me away, not now.”
“Then heaven help us both,” he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her.
Samantha hardly knew how to feel, as her hands ran over his naked muscles feeling them contract in response to her barest of touches. And then when she raked her nails across his chest, the deep growl and nip at her bottom lip had her opening her mouth, and their innocent kiss turned into heated debauchery.
