Charlotte is overwhelmed

The kiss was amazing. Randy had kissed many women in his time, but none of those kisses felt like this. Charlotte melted into his arms and her lips clung to his with a softness that he could not have predicted. He had planned to overwhelm her with his kiss, taking advantage of her inexperience with men using his kiss to further disorient and confuse her. Instead the opposite was happening, in the heat of the kiss he felt the urge to protect this young woman from all harm. She was bewitching him with the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin and the warmth of her breasts; in no time at all she would have him on his knees at her feet pledging his eternal devotion to her.

Charlotte's small mouth welcomed his tongue, turning his demands for her surrender aside and tempting him with an addictive opium. Soon he would fall completely under this woodland spirit's spell and any hope for vengeance would be lost. With a groan of effort, Randy lifted his lips from Charlotte’s and taking her slight shoulders in his strong hands pushed her away from his chest breaking the spell she almost trapped him with.

Charlotte stood in stunned silence, as her bosom heaved pressing dangerously against the thin strip of lace that held her full breasts inside the bodice. The kiss was unlike any she had ever experienced, not that she had a lot of kisses to compare it too. Certainly it was nothing like the casual kisses of her family or even the eager attempts of her suitors who pressed their lips to her face hoping to win a sign of her affection.

This kiss, Charlotte realized as color rose in her cheeks was the kiss of a man claiming his woman. There had been no attempt at seduction, this strange man knew that she was his and took what he wanted. Desperately she yearned for him to return her to the firm embrace of his arms and pick up where his kiss had ended. For a moment all thoughts of modesty left her, if he wanted to, he could kiss her again and again in this pretty glade running his strong hands over her body and exploring all she had to offer. More than anything in her life she wished she had the nerve to pull his bronzed face down to hers and kiss him as he had kissed her.

As Charlotte's hazel eyes melted into his blue ones she wanted nothing more than to stay here in his strong arms. For a moment the two stood locked together, neither having the strength to separate completely nor to pull again together and lose themselves in each other's kiss. Finally, off in the distance the sound of a hunter's horn broke the spell.

"Thank-you for being so kind as to fetch my hunter." Charlotte said regretting the words as soon as she spoke them, after a kiss like that, all she could think to say is to thank this strange man for retrieving a horse. She saw him pull back uncomfortably dropping his arms from her shoulders as he stepped away. "Wait," Charlotte cried "Come dine with us at my father's manor, I'm sure he would like to thank you as well."

"No, my lady, your father and I do not get along well, he would not thank me for associating so closely with his daughter." Charlotte blushed prettily at his choice of words, as a fierce rush of blood pinked not only her cheeks but the pale tops of her bosom. "With you, however, I have no quarrel. I often read in the ruins of the old Papist church on the west side of your estate.” Suddenly seeing Charlotte again seemed very important to Randy, “I would like to discuss an issue of importance that concerns your family." The sound of the horn was louder now, as the hunters backtrack looking for their missing companion. "I will be there tomorrow if the weather is fair. Will you bring me my book?"

With that Randy backed into the woods. Picking up his flintlock and sword he moved quickly deeper into the woods away from any eyes that might recognize him. How close he came to being surprised in her embrace. If he had not found the will to push Charlotte away he might have pulled her to the warm sand and pressed himself into her as they lay. In part, his **** on Lord Marlton would have been complete if the hunt found his chaste daughter rutting with a common outlaw like animals, but Randy had no desire to throw his life away. Not anymore.

As he walked back to one of his hideaways he wondered if Charlotte would come find him at St. Theresa's.