Page 52 of A Naughty Proposal for His Winter Countess
“Again, Sweetheart,” Daniel repeated humorously as he took her hand and tugged her along, “This is Vauxhall.”
Following him down a twisting trail, Harriet felt her heart flutter like a trapped bird in a cage. Daniel came upon a sheltered cove, where a wooden bench stood.
“Daniel—”
“Shush,” he said while sitting and pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket. He then folded it and tugged at the ends so it looked like a tie. Now, Harriet’s heart was in her throat and her ears felt as if they had suddenly been stuffed with cotton.
“Turn around, and put your wrists together,” he ordered.
Silently, Harriet complied and felt him deftly wrap and tie her wrists together with his handkerchief. “Now, turn around.”
Obeying, Harriet turned and Daniel dipped to the hem of her skirts. Slowly, he gathered them and while lifting, slid his fingertips up on the outside of her slender ankles.
Harriet shivered as her stockings were very thin silk and his touch was burning. Most wickedly of all, Daniel did not pull his gaze from hers. The combination of his touch and eyes wrapped her up in a warm seductive haze. His hands slid up a little further to the tender backs of her knees.
With the press of his fingers on a shockingly arousing place on her body, Harriet unconsciously leaned forward. With her skirts over her knees, Daniel, with a wicked grin, tugged Harriet forward and she fell on his lap.
Utterly at his mercy, Harriet felt her inability to do anything oddly sensual and could only let him maneuver her body. With one hand on her back, Daniel tilted her head to the side and kissed the base of her throat. Harriet’s eyelids flicked closed as he dropped soft kisses up her neck and then sucked at her earlobe, trapping it in his hot mouth. When he pulled away and breathed a cool breath over her sensitive skin, Harriet cried out.
“Shh, Darling,” Daniel replied. “You don’t want to get caught do you?”
The hand on her back slid up her spine to the base of her neck, and Harriet, expecting a soft tender kiss like those on her neck, gasped as this hard, ravenous kiss. His hands gripped her bottom, pulling her right against him.
Her hands struggled against the ties as the heat of his body was intoxicating. Daniel pulled away and again, dropped soft kisses on her body. She expected another hard kiss, but when he laid his lips on hers again, she swooned under the tenderness.
Daniel never repeated the same act twice, and soon, Harriet was on constant tenterhooks with guessing what he would do next. While he sucked on her neck, she felt his hand slide up from her thighs until the tips of his fingers flittered over the silky thatch of hair over her mound.
“Dare I go further?” he whispered in her ear.
Panting, Harriet nodded, arcing against him like a wave breaking on the shore. Daniel slid his finger down her quim, finding her opening and stroked over her. Harriet squirmed on his lap, as flickers of heat ran through her body. Her shoulders were arching, and her fingers clenching, but her hands were still tied and she was still at his mercy.
Laying a hot kiss on her throbbing pulse, Daniel pushed upward and her virginal muscles gave a little, clamping onto the very tip of his finger. It felt foreign but somehow, fitting. As he coaxed her open more, a second finger slid into her.
Reflectively, Harriet clenched around him and he quoted with a groan, “Do not cry out, or our wicked game is done.”
“‘T’would be…” she broke off in a gasp, “t’would be better if you asked a bird not to fly than ask me thus.”
Her body lifted and fell with his thrusts and soon she began to ride his fingers with feverish abandon. He encouraged her with hot words of an even wickeder tongue, painting an explicit image behind her eyes. A strange pressure was in her belly, pleasure was singing through her veins like liquid mercury and a soft haze had blanketed her mind.
“Please, don’t stop,” she gasped as her body moved faster. “Yes, like that, just like that—”
Daniel’s thrust continued until she trembled and shuddered and then, gasped with delight as gold erupted behind her eyes. Harriet's body went lax and she slumped on his chest with her head resting on his shoulder.
“That was wicked,” she panted softly. “Very sinful.”
His laugh was mischievous as he untied her hands. “Hardly. I’m sure you’ve read more acts of debauchery than that.”
He moved her to sit crosswise on his lap, while they shared a long kiss. When Harriet pulled away, Daniel smoothed her hair away from her face, “How did application match theory?”
“Sublime,” Harriet smiled, tilting her head to kiss the underside of his jaw. “Thank you.”
Threading his fingers through her hair, Daniel shifted his head to look at her, “You move beautifully; your expressions were so natural and captivating. I enjoyed watching you.”
After rubbing her cheek on his jacket, Harriet asked, “Shouldn’t we rejoin the party?”
He let out a belaughed sigh, “I suppose we should, only for a short time though. I’d like to say our goodbyes and head back home.”
Standing, Harriet put her dress to rights and Daniel, took his jacket off and draped it around her shoulders. “There, you’ll be warm enough until we get back and claim our coats.”
