I said nothing for a few moments as I listened to the gentle strains of the music, noting how perfectly it fit with the snow falling and the fire crackling.
“You’ve got an ear for this,” I said, standing close to her.
She chuckled, her cheeks blooming with color for a brief moment. “It’s a hobby more than anything.”
“A hobby that you’re exceptionally good at,” I complimented, hoping she’d blush again. I wasn’t disappointed. “You’ve got excellent taste, and I’d bet anything you’re incredible on the violin.”
“Maybe you’ll hear me play some time,” she said with a smile.
“I’d love that,” I said. “But I have to be honest…”
“About what?” she asked, turning to me, a look of intrigued curiosity on her gorgeous features.
“About the fact that there’s a different kind of music I’d like to make with you tonight.”
She grinned, biting her lip. “That’s cute. A little cheesy, but cute.”
I couldn’t wait a second longer. The music swirling, the fire blazing, I kissed her.
Annie
Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. Or, at the very least, maybe I should have put up a little more resistance. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it, something about the way he’d reacted when the man had tried to mug us, how he’d saved me, had put me in a state I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around.
Duncan set down his glass of wine and put his hands on my curvy hips, squeezing them in just the right way as he kissed me slowly and deeply. The music was perfect, the snow was perfect, the fire was perfect. I’d gone from single, broken-hearted woman, to being swept away by a man so amazing I couldn’t even believe he was real. There had to be some catch, right? A tall, handsome doctor who seemed to be totally smitten with me? It had to be too good to be true.
Or maybe I’d actually found a really, really good thing.
“You alright?”
I hadn’t noticed that Duncan had ended our kiss and was gazing down at me, an expression of mild concern on his face. “Um, yeah. Totally fine. Better than fine, really. Why do you ask?”
He smiled slightly. “You looked like you’d checked out.”
“No, not that at all. Just…got a little in my own head.”
“Anything you want to talk about?” His expression was one of concern. “Is it about what happened tonight?”
The answer was yes and no at the same time. But I was with an incredible man, and for some reason I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what might be wrong with the situation.
“No – just being silly.” I waved a hand dismissively. “There’s something I want right now, and it’s definitely not to talk. And about the mugging…I’m good. Really, I’m trying to figure out how to thank you for what you did back there.”
“You don’t need to thank me. I was only doing what needed to be done.” He leaned in and kissed me again, his lips moving along the curve of my neck. “But I want to hear it. Tell me what you want.”
The way he said the words made it obvious he knew what I wanted. And that he was going to give it to me. I closed my eyes, smiling as he kissed down my neck, over my collarbone, opening my shirt enough to expose my cleavage and kissing that, too.
“I want you to take me over to that rug in front of the fireplace, and I want you to make love to me on top of it.” Saying the words sent a chill of arousal through my body, causing my skin to break out into goosebumps.
“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t know if I’d be able to wait until the bedroom.”
I grinned, but before I could say or do anything else, Duncan wrapped his arms around my legs and scooped me off the ground, a squeal shooting from my mouth as he effortlessly lifted me off my feet. I loved how easily he was able to hold me and savored every second of him carrying me to the fireplace rug.
The flames were warm and toasty against my skin as Duncan lowered me gently onto the rug. Once there, he reached down and slipped my shirt over my head, exposing the lacy, red bra I had on underneath.
“I like this,” he said, slipping his fingertip under the cup just a bit, a grin on his lips.
I didn’t say anything, instead focusing on the way he touched me, the way he kissed me. Just like I’d hoped, he pulled me out of me head, made me think about nothing but him, nothing but how he made me feel.
Duncan reached underneath me, and I arched my back as he undid the clasp of my bra and pulled it over my head. Next, he unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them slowly. My red thong matched my bra, and I was eager to show my body to him.
I’d never felt like that with a man before. My curves had always been something I was proud of, never ashamed. But the way Duncan looked at me, the way he stared in awe at the sight of my figure, made me feel so sexy, so desired.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” he growled as he positioned himself on top of me.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Dr. Pitt.”
He grinned before reaching down and placing his hand between my thighs, squeezing the delicate flesh firmly as he moved his way up. When he was between my legs, he pulled my panties to the side, teasing me with his fingers.
“Oh…oh, fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes again.
He spread my lips and slipped a finger into me, his thumb working my clit. I shoved my panties down to my ankles as he fingered me, each circle around my clit, each penetration with his fingers bringing me closer to orgasm. My hips writhed, my body began to shake. Duncan grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it just the way I wanted, teasing my nipple until it was hard.
“Oh my God,” I said again, amazed by the way he pleasured me, the way he so effortlessly brought me to the brink of orgasm again and again, knowing just where the line was and how to bring me close without pushing me over it.
He gazed down at me, his eyes locked onto mine as he fingered me. “Are you ready to come for me?” he asked, as if knowing it was completely up to him.
“I’m…oh, fuck…I’m ready!”
He grinned and upped the speed of his penetration, pressing down just a bit harder with his thumb on my clit. The orgasm burst through my body, sending me into wild convulsions of pure ecstasy. He guided me through the orgasm expertly, holding me with one hand and touching me with the other.
When it faded, I let my limbs slacken for a moment as my chest rose and fell. When I could breathe normally again, I whispered, “I want to return the favor.”
He shook his head. “That’s not want I want just yet.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Right now, I want to make you come again.”
I was shocked at the words, wondering if I even had it in me. The first orgasm was so intense I worried another might tear me apart at the seams.
But Duncan didn’t wait for my permission. He scooped me up again, depositing me on the nearby chair, my legs dangling off the seat. Once I was there, he dropped to his knees, moving close to me and spreading my legs open again.
“You have the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen,” he commented, staring between my thighs and shaking his head in disbelief. Then he flicked his gaze up to me. “How can someone be as beautiful as you?”