Stranger at the beach house (12 page)

“I’ll help you. I’ve got some
contacts with a couple of private investigation firms,” Sam said

“Thank you,” I replied, kissing
him softly as the oven bleeped alerting me to dinner and I popped the peas and
gravy in their respective pans.

 
“Is that the 3 minute warning,” he laughed and
began to set the table as I nodded.

“This is amazing,” he smiled,
tucking in with gusto to the steaming dinner. “Yorkshire pudding is one of the
reasons I’m glad I moved here,” he laughed.

“And are there any more reasons?”
I stared at him dumbfounded and slightly offended that a batter based dish was
ahead of me in the pecking order.

“One or two.
Well actually, four today,” he grinned,
eyeing me as my cheeks blazed red. “Will you stay here tonight, Rose?” he
asked, hitting me full on with his most devastating smile. How could I say no
to that?

 
“I don’t know. You’ll have to promise not to
take advantage of me again,” I teased.

“I never make promises I can’t
keep. But then again, I’m not entirely sure that you’re not the one taking
advantage of me,” he finished, gazing at me and rubbing his hands across his
gorgeous stubble, casting a firm dark shadow over his strong jaw. “Point well
made Sam. I suppose I could stay
then,”
and the
thought of spending the night holding him in that big white bed made my heart
flutter.

Chapter 11

We loaded the dishwasher and I
settled on the couch, flicking on the TV screen as he disappeared into his
office. I had barely seen it since my arrival last weekend and had no idea what
was happening beyond the walls of my bolthole by the sea.

He was back after ten minutes,
his eyes twinkling mischievously, a small smile playing around his mouth as he
watched me relaxing in the warm glow of the fire. What was he up to? “Do you
want to play cards?” he smiled, tipping his head and something told me this was
going to be a game with a twist. I wasn’t that great at cards which would put
me at a major disadvantage for whatever he had in mind.

 
I shook my head. “I don’t really play, what
else have you got?” I asked, trying to stifle my smile as he walked to a large
cupboard in the corner of the room and opened the door to reveal a huge array
of board games as I raised my eyebrows.

“Seriously, Sam, are you hiding a
child in here?” I laughed. It was the unlikeliest thing I had ever seen in a
grown man’s house.

 
“I don’t really go out and Harry likes games,”
he said, shrugging his shoulders as I walked over for a closer look.

 
“It looks like you went mental on a trolley
dash in Toys ‘R’ us,” I smiled, looking down the pile. There were all the
classics, Chess,
Cluedo
, Backgammon and Monopoly,
which made me chuckle, I wouldn’t be going there with Mr Finance Genius. Trivial
Pursuit, Scrabble, Operation. With my hands still slightly shaky after last
night, that probably wasn’t the best idea if I planned on winning.

“Hungry Hippo’s?”
I laughed as he grinned at me.

“It’s a great stress reliever,” he
said as I shook my head, spying what I thought would be my best option right at
the bottom of the cupboard. It hadn’t been opened which indicated that Sam
wouldn’t have an unfair advantage and I hadn’t played for fifteen years but
remembered the winner was usually the person that went first.

“Connect 4,” I said as he pulled
out the box, removed the cellophane and placed it on the floor by the fire,
reading the instructions and setting it up. He definitely hadn’t played it
before.
Brilliant.

“I’ll be red,” he said as I
laughed at the sheer level of concentration etched on his face.

 
“You’re taking this seriously aren’t you?” I
said as we got into position, lying across from one another with the grid in
the middle, lining up our counters.

“I play to win, I’m a very
competitive individual,” he said without apology.

 
“I’m going first then,” I replied as he nodded
and I knew I had the home advantage, this round at least. I was just about to
slide my first counter down into the middle when he stopped me.

 
“I think we should make this interesting,
Sweetheart,” he smirked and I could guess what was coming as a little plan
formed in my head.

“Strip Connect 4?” I laughed,
relieved that I hadn’t picked Twister.

 
“
Mmmm
,” he
said,
quirking an eyebrow.

 
“I’ll do you a deal, Sam. If I lose I remove a
piece of clothing. If you lose you have to answer my question,” I grinned as he
narrowed his eyes at me, watching me closely for a moment before nodding his
head gently.

“Four in a row,” I squealed. I
only just won, despite the fact that I went first and we’d almost run out of
counters. He was good at this and clearly a man of strategy. I thought for a
moment.

 
“Who are you hiding from?” I asked, eyeballing
him and trying to stave off my smirk. He just
grinned
right back at me.

 
“Nice try. You can ask me what you want and
I’ll be honest, but it’s ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers only,” he said as I frowned.

“We didn’t establish that before
we started,” I began as he raised his hand to cut off my little protest.

 
“My house.
My rules.
What do you want to know?” This would take some
considered thought.

“Are you in trouble with the
law?” I thought that was a reasonable question because it would wipe out
hundreds of the scenarios that had been flying around my head in one go.

“No,” he said simply and I
smiled. That definitely eliminated serial killer, bank robber and fugitive
along with some of the other hideous thoughts that my overactive imagination
had come up with.

We started again. He won and I
began to wish that I’d worn more clothes. He won the next round as well,
despite the fact that I’d gone first, but on the fourth game he wasn’t quite so
lucky.

I thought about the fact that he
was hiding and trying to keep a low profile out of the capital, all the
security and wondered if the beach house was his safe haven. “Will your
situation bring you notoriety?” I asked watching him closely.

 
“Yes,” he said firmly, as my eyes widened and
my head started spinning with a million new ideas. Oh God, what the hell was
it? I suddenly wasn’t sure I even wanted to know as he put the counter in the
middle and smirked at me. He knew he was going to win. He did, which left me
lying on the floor by the fire in only my underwear, feeling rather exposed and
once again at a major disadvantage.

 
“I’m not sure I can concentrate now,” he
chuckled in that low deep voice that just oozed sex.

 
“Sam, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” I
replied, flushing as I said it. He held my gaze as he walked towards me,
towering over me before picking me up and putting me down on the cool cream
leather of the couch and addressing me in his deep velvet voice.

 
“And that’s exactly how I want you,
Sweetheart. In fact, it gives me a raging hard on just thinking about it,” he
said as he grabbed my hand, placing my palm against the growing length. I
gasped, my breath hitching, that strange electrical surge between us firing up
my nerve cells and putting my body on high alert again.

The all too familiar throbbing
started between my thighs. God, this was insane. His huge cock strained against
my outstretched hand and the prison of his jeans. Holding his gaze I began to
unbutton his fly, letting his trousers fall and grabbing the beautiful, thick
shaft as it sprang free, fisting my hand slowly up and down and moving the
swollen head to my lips. “Oh fuck, Baby,” he growled as I circled the head with
my tongue, swirling across the tip and along the ridge, moving my hand down to
take more in my mouth. I pumped his cock as he moaned his appreciation,
gathering my hair in his hands and pulling it gently in time with my mouths
rhythm around his pulsing shaft. Tracing every beautiful vein, I gained speed,
sucking as hard as I could while my hand and tongue worked to pleasure him, his
mouth open, groaning his bliss until his grip on my hair tightened and he
called my name, releasing a hot, salty burst of semen into my mouth as I
swallowed, licking every last drop from his throbbing cock.

 
I was on the verge of coming myself and he
hadn’t even touched me. “Oh my God, Baby, you’re fucking incredible,” he
breathed, dropping to his knees and taking my face in his hands, his kiss hard
with passion against my delicate, swollen lips and unrelenting. I revelled in
the taste of him, soaked from his excitement, his appreciative moans and the
feel of his hot, solid cock in my throat as he pumped his cum into my mouth. I
had never known this could be so erotic and without breaking my kiss he slid my
panties down my legs in one swift movement and plunged two fingers inside the
wetness. “Jesus, Rose, you did enjoy that,” he pulled back staring at my
flushed face in awe.

 
“Yes,” I gasped as his thumb found my swollen
clit, rubbing the slick liquid over and over, increasing the pressure as
another finger invaded my entrance, finding my sensitive spot and I cried out,
soaking his fingers as he rubbed and rubbed, his possessive kiss holding me to
him as the waves of my orgasm consumed me.

 
“I love the way you respond,” he whispered.
“You give yourself completely, Rose, it’s so fucking sexy. You are just
exquisite,” and I gasped. This gorgeous man was consuming me completely and I
was euphoric, enthralled and utterly captivated.

“Don’t get dressed let’s go to
bed,” he said gently, showering my face with welcome kisses as I made my way to
the bathroom, washing and brushing my teeth before climbing into the big white
bed, resting against his hot hard body as we lay exhausted.

 
“Just for the record, Sam, I think that may
have been me taking advantage of you,” I smiled.

“And you can do it anytime you
want, Sweetheart,” he laughed, kissing me gently as we drifted into a long,
deep sleep.

Chapter 12

He wasn’t in bed when I woke and
I couldn’t find him anywhere in the house as I wandered more frantically from
room to room and my heart lurched. Shit. Had he gone again?
Urgent
business, taking care of ‘stuff’, where the hell was he?
I needed to
calm down. He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye or at least penning a note.
Not after yesterday, surely. Dart was missing as well and that was a good sign.
I certainly wasn’t behaving like I’d only spent a day with the man and it
didn’t feel that way. I would definitely have to tread carefully. I brushed my
teeth and headed for the shower. I would get myself clean and go home to get
dressed.

Replaying the events of the day
in my head, it was hard to believe it had all happened in such a short space of
time. Yesterday had been phenomenal and my body certainly knew about it today.
I smiled at the memory of his touch and his hard physique pounding deliciously into
mine as the hot water cascaded over my aching bones. It was difficult to know
which time was the best, each one had been wonderfully different and new and he
ignited my sexuality like no one had ever done before.

The first time had been
magnificent, the second harder, more demanding and thrilling in the way he had
totally possessed me. The chocolate experience had been divine and the deep
carnal fucking by the fire had overtaken every sense completely until I was
utterly fulfilled. I had loved the feel of his cock pounding into my mouth and
filling me with his cum and my nipples hardened in response to the memories as
I relished the water soothing my aching muscles.

 
I don’t know how long I stood like that, hands
against the marble tiles, allowing the water to massage me. I hadn’t heard him
but suddenly I knew he was there. I could sense him. As I turned brushing wet
hair from my face I saw him, standing against the doorframe watching me
intently, smiling and raking his gaze over my wet, naked body.

“Hi,” he grinned, stripping off
his shorts and T- shirt, hair damp with perspiration as he climbed into the
shower circling my waist with his arms and kissing me possessively as the water
beat down with unremitting force. “I’ve been for a run, I didn’t want to wake
you,” he said in answer to my unspoken question.

 
“Oh, so you just thought you’d come and crash
my shower did you?” I giggled; glad to be back in his arms.

 
“I thought you might need some help. From the
way your body was flushing, it looked like you might have been having some
naughty thoughts,” he grinned. How long had he been stood there? God, was I so
obvious?
 
My face blazed, betraying me.
“Thought so,” he smiled.

 
“Shut up”, I smacked him playfully as he
laughed at my embarrassment. “The water was too hot”.

“How are you today? Deliciously
sore and pumped full of
my cum
?” he asked, his low
voice sending wonderful shivers through me as he pulled me into his body. I
nodded through the water as he grabbed a soft cloth, wiping delicately and
gently between my legs and watching as the expression on my face gradually
changed. The gesture was so intimate and unexpected I gasped, resting my weight
against his body and relishing the tender soothing relief of his touch, unable
to ignore the growing erection hardening against my belly.

 
“Better?” he whispered and it was. Better and
growing increasingly sensitive as I took in the vision of his sculptured
abdomen, the rounded muscles of his thighs, the stunning face and the rock hard
cock pressed unavoidably between our bodies. He followed my gaze downwards,
smiling as he whispered “don’t worry I won’t ask you to take that while you’re
sore. I’ll just have to think of something else to do with it”.

My mouth was gaping, eyes fixed
as he took it in his fist, slowly teasing his hand up and down the shaft.
Christ if my arousal was on high alert before, this was
defcon
one, juices mixing with the steady stream of water between my legs as I pressed
them together hoping for some relief, unable to avert my gaze as he lifted his
free hand to cup my breasts. “Beautiful,” he sighed as he quickened his pace,
my hand involuntarily reaching down to alleviate the pressure on my throbbing
clit.

“Please,” I whispered over the
high drumming of the shower as he moved closer, not breaking the strokes on his
gorgeous cock.

 
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked firmly.

 
“Yes,” I gasped, mesmerised as he turned me
around suddenly, my hands finding the slippery tiles to hold my balance as he
stroked himself against me, rubbing gently over my swollen lips as I pushed
myself closer to him.

 
“Are you sure, Baby?” he asked, teasing the
engorged head over my entrance.

“Yes,” I screamed and he thrust
into me again and again and again.

I gasped for breath between the
pounding of the water in my face and the beautiful persistent length driving
hard into my pussy from behind, touching every fibre of my being until I was
out of control, focused only on the man inside me and the pursuit of my
impending orgasm that would send me into orbit, lost in my senses, lost in Sam.

 
I had never come through penetration alone
except with him. Christ, he could almost make me come just by looking at me. I
felt the familiar waves of pleasure begin to build, powerful thrusts coming
harder and harder as my muscles clenched exquisitely around him, squeezing
tightly and quickening his race to release. I screamed his name as I came, my
arms falling, unable even to take my own weight as he grabbed my waist to hold
me.

 
“Fuck, Rose,” he moaned as he ejaculated deep
inside me, pulling my body into his and turning me to face him, kissing my wet
mouth and resting his forehead against mine, trying to steady his erratic
breathing. “Beautiful, exquisite girl,” he smiled, picking up the soft cloth
and cleaning me gently as the water rained down. Lathering crème on the cloth,
he stroked every inch of my body as I rested limply against his solid frame,
washing my hair before lifting me out of the shower into a warm waiting
towel.
 

“So what are we doing today?” he
smiled.

 
“
We
aren’t doing anything,” I laughed. “I need to go home. I want some clean
clothes and I need to get the house ready for Lizzie and Dave staying and then
I’m popping into town. You can come round before they get here,” I smiled.

 
He strode over to me, grabbing my waist and
nuzzling my neck, sending the now familiar shivers right across my body. “There
is no way in hell I’m not seeing you all day. What am I supposed to do?” he
pouted childishly as I grinned at him.

 
“I don’t know. Whatever it was you used to do
before I came back. Go and check the state of the
Nasdaq
or something,” I laughed.

“You can have the morning,
then
you’re mine,” he said firmly.

 
“Sam, I need to pop out and pick up some
things,” I giggled as he squeezed me tighter.

 
“What things?” he asked. The truth was, I
barely had anything in the house for my guests to eat and my alcohol supply was
running desperately low.

 
“Food and cocktails,” I said as he grabbed my
hand playfully, dragging me from the bathroom into the kitchen and opening a
fridge which was packed with yesterdays overzealous grocery delivery, and a
cupboard with more alcohol than the local off license.

 
“Are you planning to get pissed during your
siege then?” I laughed. He really was unbelievable.

“We’ll have cocktails here and
they can have anything they want to eat if that means I get you for the
afternoon,” I couldn’t really argue and I didn’t want to as I turned to him
smiling.

“Let me go and clean the house
and then you have me till four,” I said.

 
“Five,” he grinned.

 
“Done”.

I walked home in the robe with my
hair dry and my clothes tucked under my arm. There wouldn’t be a lot of
cleaning to do, I had barely been there. I wanted some time and space to take
in everything that had happened, but as soon as I’d left him I wanted to go
back. Almost overnight this man had become such an incredible force in my life,
beautiful, mysterious and sexy as hell.

There was so much I still didn’t
know, but the way I felt now I doubted that anything could put me off him, probably
just the sexual afterglow I smiled to myself. I needed to be careful, to guard
my heart, but I was already a little bit hooked. There was only one thing for
it, distraction. I needed to find William and I needed a job, but right now I
just needed to clean.

Dressing quickly I got to work
dusting and polishing and before long the house was sparkling. I put fresh
bedding in the guest room, laying out clean towels for Lizzie and Dave and as I
took a final check of the drawers I felt him behind me. I glanced quickly at
the small bedside clock, smiling to myself without turning around. “It’s not
afternoon yet, Sam,” I said, fiddling with the drawer and trying to suppress my
giggle. “Go and see what’s happening with the Dow Jones or something and I’ll
be over in a bit”.

 
“No,” he laughed and I turned to see him
leaning casually up against the doorway watching me closely and looking cool,
unruffled and deliciously sexy.

“You’ll come now,” he said simply
as I raised my eyebrows at him. My heart was melting but there was no way he
was getting away with telling me what to do.

 
“I will not,” I said indignantly, walking
towards him and biting my lip to try and suppress a smile. “Excuse me, Sam I’ve
got things to attend to,” I said, trying to make my way past him as he smirked,
hauling me off my feet and slinging me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift as
I gasped in surprise.

“Put me down,” I squealed, unable
to hold my laughter.

 
“No,” he snarled; striding back through the
room, out of the patio doors, over the porch and into his house, not stopping
until we had reached the bedroom. He tipped me onto the bed, crouching above me
and pinned my arms to my sides, grinning.
 
I aimed for outrage but fell far short with the giggles that were
bubbling in my throat.

”You can’t just do that, Sam,” I
said in the most serious tone I could manage.

 
“I just did, Sweetheart,” he winked, flashing
me the killer smile. “I missed you, Baby, what can I say?” My stomach flipped
as I tried to maintain a stern demeanour. It wasn’t working but there was no
need for him to know exactly how happy I was right now.

 
“I thought you were playing with your money,”
I said and I couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped my lips.

It was his turn to be serious as
he pierced my gaze. “For your information, Lady, I don’t play when it comes to
money and I happen to have had a very productive morning. It’s amazing how
sexual frustration can focus the mind”.

 
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, swallowing
hard under his gaze.
“Frustration Sam?
How frustrated
can you possibly be, it’s only been a couple of hours,” I said as he began a
trail of gentle butterfly kisses down my neck, my entire body shivering in
response.

 
“Very. For the record, two hours is a long
time to be sat waiting with a raging hard on,” he scowled as I rolled my eyes,
laughing.

 
“Are you always this insatiable?” I asked,
suddenly realising I didn’t want an answer to that particular question. He eyed
me quizzically, kissing my mouth gently.

 
“No, Sweetheart, this particular affliction
only seems to occur around you,” he smiled and I dissolved, kissing him hard on
the mouth as he moved on top of me.

The kiss was deeply passionate, a
low rumble in his throat and his firm grip igniting my arousal, exciting my
enthusiastic body at the thought of what was to come. Through our clothes I
could feel his bulging erection grinding into me and I shivered in delight as
he fisted his hands roughly through my hair, increasing the pressure on my
mouth as our tongues explored one another.

I wrapped my legs around his hips
to pull him deeper, a low moan escaping as he moved against me. God I was
turned on, wet and desperate to feel the hard heat of his nakedness, but there
was no way I was breaking this kiss. It felt sublime. “Sam,” a voice called loudly
as both of us stilled, forced from our passion into the present. My heart was
pounding and my breathing ragged as our lips parted and I frowned at him
gasping “Who is it?”