Love with a Stranger

It was one of those surreal movie moments when Mila first spotted Giles Hawthorne in the lounge on the train bound for adventure. It couldn’t hurt just to look, could it?

Fortunately for her, Giles liked what he saw and he wasn’t inclined just to look.


Published: 01/2010
Length: Mid Novel
Word Count: 58,097
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: Spicy/Erotic
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



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Kim Zant

© Copyright by Kim Zant, January 2010
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, March 2014
ISBN 978-1-60394-595-0
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

She smiled, but she studied him with a touch of surprise as a sudden thought occurred to her. "I think you’re the most even tempered person I’ve ever met.”

He nodded wisely. “It’s the Brit in me. Very civilized.”

There was a touch of arrogance in the comment. “As opposed to us uncivilized Americans, I suppose?”

“You’ve a chip on your shoulder! Here I am confessing that I know Brits are known for their cold natures, and you’re taking offense! As it happens, I’m rather taken with your … wildness.”

Calculated or not—and she wasn’t sure if it was or not—the reference to their wild sex the night before definitely warmed her. It embarrassed her a little, too, but there was no getting around the warmth it generated. “One of us had to be passionate,” she said teasingly.

He sent her a look. “That was a low blow!”

She laughed, feeling her good humor completely restored. "I was only agreeing with you,” she said innocently.

“Well, you were supposed to protest my modesty!” he said tartly.

"I like your hidden depths.”

His eyes gleamed. “I’m rather fond of your … uh … depths, as well.”

“Well, if they’ll let us check in, maybe we could while away the afternoon exploring each other’s depths?”

“Nothing doing! You’ll be throwing it in my face that you missed exploring some crumbling ruin or other! In any case, Fredrick the II is wounded now. I doubt even you could convince him to come out and play.”

“Fredrick the II?” she asked, trying not to laugh. “Noble!”

“Actually, he is—very noble. That’s Sir Fredrick to you, mind you! He’s a Brit. They all have titles, you know.”

“He’s fainted, huh? I could try resuscitation—mouth to … uh mouth is usually beneficial.”

A mixture of heat and amusement flickered in his eyes. “Tempting, but no. I’m going to sulk … uh … brood a while.”

He produced his card again when they checked in. She was surprised enough it took her a moment to recover. "I thought we were going to split?” she said quietly when the clerk disappeared with his card.

He nuzzled her ear. “Yes, well it’s a very nice split, darling, but don’t be broadcasting it.”

“Giles!” she exclaimed, shocked. Feeling her face heat, she looked around quickly to make sure nobody had overheard him.

He chuckled. “You don’t take compliments well, love. You’re supposed to say, ‘thank you, Giles’".

She sent him a look. “Thank you, Giles,” she said dutifully.

His eyes were warm when he met her gaze. “There’s a good girl,” he murmured. "I like my women warm and obedient.”

She shook her head at him. She wasn’t comfortable with his determination to pay the bill, but she didn’t think it was worth another argument. It wasn’t as if he could get the wrong idea about her, after all!

Actually, it had already been brought home just what kind of ‘girl’ he thought she was, but, as unhappy as that made her, it was her own damned fault, and she didn’t think it was likely that she could repair the damage now. Telling herself that he was on vacation and would have expected to pay all of his expenses didn’t sooth her conscience much. So far the division of the tab was decidedly one-sided.

She decided she'd just wait until they parted company to settle it more evenly. That way, even if they had a fight about it …. It would still spoil things, she realized in dismay. At the very least, she wanted him to have warm memories of her when he left.

Of course, that might give him the entirely wrong impression of American women in general, but she didn’t feel up to representing her fellow countrywomen at the moment—or at all! It was her damned vacation! If she wanted to spend it following British dick around, by damn, she would!

Especially since Giles had such a nice one!

Life was never going to be the same, she thought glumly as they headed up to their room.

Giles dragged her down on the bed as soon as the bellhop disappeared. “All right! If you’re going to sulk about it, I’ll let you resuscitate Sir Fredrick!” he exclaimed, his voice shaking with laughter. "I had my heart set on seeing Liberty Hall and the Independence Bell, but if you insist ….”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell,” she corrected him, knowing he’d deliberately transposed it. “And they aren’t moldering ruins!”

“Whatever,” he said flippantly, releasing her and falling back, his arms spread in surrender. “Take me! I’m all yours! Just be gentle!”

Ah! The temptation to wipe that cocky grin off his face! She'd never had any trouble at all ignoring that sort of challenge, but she figured the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall had been around a very long time before she'd arrived and would be around a lot longer. Giles wouldn’t be. She shifted closer and reached for his belt. "I thought you liked my wildness?”

“Ah … well, I have to warn you he’s a very sensitive fellow. He’s liable to go into hiding if you get too rambunctious.”

Having unbuckled his belt, she tugged the zipper down without unfastening the waist and used her fingers to push the fabric of his pants and shorts apart. After peering with exaggeration into the ‘cave’ of his clothing with one eye, she put her mouth to it. “Hello? Sir Fredrick? Come out, come out where ever you are!”

He folded his arms behind his head, grinning down at her. "I told you he was sulking. You may have to do a little more coaxing than that.”

She smiled at him slowly. “Mouth to mouth?”

His eyes narrowed, his expression growing taut. His cock stirred.

She reached into his pants, closing her hand around his cock and carefully guiding it through the opening. “He’s such a handsome fellow!” she murmured appreciatively. Lowering her head, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, stroking her hand along the length as she sucked the rounded knob. She smacked her lips when she removed it from her mouth. “He tastes good, too.”

She settled more comfortably. With slow deliberation, she took him into her mouth again, exploring the head thoroughly before she took more of it into her mouth. Reaching to capture his balls in her other hand, she massaged them gently while she continued alternately stroking his shaft with her hand and sucking on it. Her first indication that her torture was working was when he released an explosive breath and grabbed her head.

She looked up at him with mock innocence and saw he was watching her, his eyes tumultuous. “Not gentle enough?”

“God! You’re killing me, Mila.”

Repressing the urge to smile in triumph, she returned her attention to his dick and continued to torture him until he couldn’t be still any longer. When his hips began to lift, she decided she'd tortured him long enough.

She'd decided fairly quickly that she wanted to bring him off. She was still debating whether she wanted to let him come in her mouth or not. She'd tried it a couple of times with husband number two, because he’d insisted, but she hadn’t particularly cared for it—which meant it shouldn’t have occurred to her at all. The fact that it had was significant, but she didn’t want to examine that too closely. In any case, it was a fairly short debate. She was excited enough fairly quickly that the idea appealed to her a lot—and it wasn’t just because she wanted to give him something memorable.

He did taste good. It excited her to feel him in her mouth and feel his rising excitement. She began to push him toward a release, feeling her own anticipation mount as if she was nearing climax, as well. When he abruptly grabbed the root of his cock, squeezing it, she pushed his hand away and sucked harder. He uttered a choked grunt and she felt his cock jerk in her hand. His seed filled her mouth. She swallowed, discovered it didn’t make her gag—in fact excited her—and pulled harder. He finally gripped her head hard enough she realized she'd sucked him dry and released his now flaccid member.

Climbing up the bed, she propped her head in her hand and studied his face. "I don’t think Sir Fredrick likes me. He spat at me.”

Giles uttered a choked laugh and opened his eyes. Lifting one arm with obvious effort, he draped it around her shoulders and pulled her down on his chest.

She nuzzled his neck.

“Not true,” he said lazily. “He told me you and he were friends for life.”