Lord Suitor (18 page)

As
each perfect globe of her breasts appeared, Nat held his breath, only to let it
out in a soft whoosh. "I hope I get the chance to touch and taste, sweetheart.
For to me they are the perfect treat. An appetizer so to speak, before the main
course."

"Nathaniel
Fenniston," Tessa said.

Even
in the dim light, he could see her rosy skin. It seemed his lady did blush all
over. Or at least from the waist up. She shook her head and waggled her finger
at him. Then she giggled.

"Well,
who knows?" With a sensuous little shimmy, Tessa wriggled until her
clothes slipped off her hips to land in a shimmering heap at her ankles. Then
she stepped over the garments, unfastened her dancing slippers and stood naked
apart from her silk stockings, held up with red satin garters.

"Now
I wonder, what next?"

He
stayed silent. It probably wouldn't help his cause to say,
Let me touch, taste, and fill you.

"Your
roll of the dice, my love."

"It
is, isn't it? How novel." Tessa licked her lips. "Then I'll pretend
the dice came up with this."

Nat
held his breath as she took hold of the waistband of his trousers and slowly
undid the placket. He could almost hear his cock groan with relief as the
pressure of the material lifted.

"As
I cannot remove your boots without untying your ankles and then letting you
rest your foot on my arse whilst I tugged, I think we'll need to improvise,"
Tessa said as she wriggled the material over his legs and crumpled them at his
bound ankles. "There that is better. Oh, look, I think your staff is pleased
to see me."

Indeed
it stood up proudly from its nest of dark, wiry hairs.

She
ran her finger from tip to base. Nat groaned as the feather light touch
increased his arousal by several notches.
Is
she trying to torture me?

"Ah,
you see he is happy with my attention. Perhaps I need to give him more? What do
you think?"

"Please
do, and soon," Nat said fervently. "It and I are more than
ready."

"Oh
well, in that case. Do you promise not to interfere? To keep your hands to
yourself?"

"Of
course." He was eager to see what she intended to do. "And they are
tied."

"As
if that would stop you if you were determined." She lifted her hands to
her head and unpinned her hair before shaking it out in an arc of russet curls.

He
swallowed.

Tessa
smiled. "You like that." It wasn't a question.

Almost
before he had time to register what she did, Tessa swung over him and settled
on his cock. He hardened as with the smile of a temptress, she began to ride
him. Her mewls and sighs increased, as did the tempo of her movements. Nat knew
he wouldn't last long.

"Come
for me, Tessa, for goodness sake. Milk me, come for me, and shout your joy. And
if you wish me to spill out of you, tell me now."

"Do
not dare." She increased the pressure and tensed her muscles around him.
Nat began to shudder just as Tessa threw back her head and screamed.

"Oh
yes."

As
she flew over the abyss, he joined her and shouted his own completion. He swore
he saw stars and heard music. It was perfect.

Although,
what now?

Tessa
slumped onto his body and took great, heaving breaths that matched his own.
Eventually, as he thought he must say something to break the silence, she sat
up and lifted away from his body. The lack of contact left a chill around him.
Until she smiled and bent to kiss each nipple in turn.

"Are
you duly compromised now do you think, my lord?"

What game is she playing?
Whatever it was, Nat was happy
to join in.

"Oh,
very."

"That's
good." Tessa took his bound hands and kissed his knuckles one by one.
"Then I imagine I'll have to make an honest man of you." She stared
at him, and he registered the anxiety in her expression. Was she really worried
he would say no?

He
wouldn't.

"You
will. Shall we elope?"

Tessa
gulped. "If you wish."

Nat
put her out of her misery and slipped the ties on his wrists to pull her to
rest beside him. "I do not, and nor do your parents. Do you really think
Mijo hasn't prepared, just in case? She has, in her own words, been waiting for
you to come to your senses—and hoping she didn't have to intervene. I doubt she
thought you would resolve things in this way."

Tessa
laughed. "Knowing Maman it wouldn't surprise her. She has known how
miserable I've been watching you with your harem."

Nat
kissed her nose. "Camouflage. And it seems it worked. Tessa, my love, I
need to explain why I was dressed as a smuggler."

"You
don't have to, but I must admit, I am curious." She snuggled into him.
"So, once upon a time..."

"The
local smugglers found they were being attacked by a person or persons unknown
and asked me for help. I joined them to discover just who was working to wreck
all they did. Runs were intercepted, and excise men turned up just where they had
no right to be. It was harrowing in the extreme, and no one seemed to know why
it was happening.

"Then
on one particular night, I found myself capturing and captivated by a lady, and
well, I could have no more stopped myself taking her as I could fly like a
bird. I was devastated not to be able to out myself. However, I knew I wanted
you, sweetheart, and set about trying to win you the correct way. Little did I
know I had queered my own pitch."

Tessa
giggled. "At times I thought I was going mad, attracted to two men. Then thank
goodness I realized they were one and the same. And I do understand the
quandary you must have been in. Now it is over." She gasped. "It is
over?"

"We
think so. It has been discovered to be a Frenchman who was trying to ruin the
local gentlemen. We do not know why it is only our gentlemen and no others, but
we will dig until we discover the reason. All of a sudden the attacks have stopped
and we can find out no more at present. Hence my return to the capital. Tessa,
sweetheart, I need to be in town when the House is sitting. Can you cope?"

He
held his breath. He had no option and would be loath to leave her in Devon while
he was in London.

"With
you, of course I can." Her smile was one of love and understanding.

"Thank
goodness. So now we can look forward to our hopefully unfettered life together.
So, Devon in June?"

She
grinned, teased the hair on his chest with her lips, and kissed each nipple in
turn. "I only wish it could be earlier, but I accept things must be
conventional at times. So, that is perfect. The only fetters we will have will
be those that bind us together."

The End

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