“Connie,” the man said. “Get your phone out and call the grandkids. We’ll have them up here in no time, then we’ll see who thinks there are no weans around.”
Donna giggled as she peeked out of Duncan’s hold to see two tiny old people, wrapped up in winter coats, scarves and hats. She guessed they hadn’t got the memo that it was spring either. The man had puffed out his chest and was glaring at Duncan. Donna giggled again. Even if the couple stood on each other’s shoulders, they still wouldn’t be big enough to take him on.
“Come on,” Duncan said on a sigh. “Let’s go home.”
He lifted her and placed her on her feet before swinging his leg over the bench and standing beside her. He wrapped an arm around Donna’s shoulders and walked her to the car.
When he passed the old couple, he paused. “The bench is all yours. See if you can beat our record.” He glanced at his watch. “Over half an hour. Good luck.”
The man started to bluster as Duncan opened the car for Donna and helped her in.
“The grandkids are coming,” the woman said as she put her phone back in her pocket. “Now what?” She’d obviously missed Duncan’s comment.
Her husband turned to her, and his face went beetroot red. “We’re no’ kissing like teenagers if that’s what you’re thinking. That necking stuff isn’t contagious.”
Duncan slammed her door shut, and Donna missed his wife’s reply. Which was a shame, because the look on her face promised something priceless.
With a shake of his head, Duncan put the car in gear and took off down the road. Donna was still smiling about the old couple when he spoke.
“What was the question I had to answer in exchange for the song?”
A dull pain settled in her heart. “I’ll ask you later.” And she reached for his hand and held it tight.
Chapter 23
When he pulled up in front of the mansion, Duncan turned off the engine, then leaned forwards to rest his arms over the steering wheel. He looked at the building he’d come to view more as a prison than a home, and part of him didn’t want to go inside. Out on the bluff, with Donna in his arms, he’d felt light and carefree. He knew that as soon as he walked through that door, he’d feel the weight of his responsibilities to Fiona bear down on him.
He felt Donna’s timid touch on his thigh and looked over to see compassion on her face. There were moments, times like this, when he could have sworn she was able to read his mind.
“Have you been inside the carriage house yet?” she said. “The builders finished it yesterday.”
“No, I can’t say that I have.”
“Why don’t we go have a look?”
He nodded and restarted the car, driving past the mansion around to the back and out to where the carriage house sat. The small building was built in the same style as the main house, so it was basically a smaller grey cube with windows. Except, the three old wooden doors on the front of the building had been replaced by glass, turning them into large arched windows.
Duncan parked by the side door and followed Donna. She smiled at him before letting them into the house.
“All Fiona’s plans stated for the carriage house was that she wanted it turned into guest accommodation,” Donna said as she led him into the large open-plan space. “Since it was an empty shell, there weren’t any original features to work with, so we kept it simple.”
Duncan walked into the middle of the room. The arched windows sat at the front of the building, with the living area, kitchen and dining in front of them. Behind that were three doors, leading to the back of the building. The walls were painted a pale yellow, and the furnishings were dark wood with white accents and yellow cushions. The space was bright, airy and—although still classical—much more modern than the main house.
Donna walked over to one of the doors. “There are two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom.” She opened the door wide for him to look inside. The room was decorated in white and sailor blue. She pointed to the middle door. “That’s a small bathroom and laundry.”
Her shy gaze met his. “What do you think?”
He could tell by the stiffness of her shoulders that she was nervous about his reaction. He didn’t know why as she’d gone over the basic plans with him and he’d told her to do what she liked. The result was something Fiona would have approved of, and something that also appealed to him. She’d managed to find the perfect middle ground between his and his wife’s tastes.
“I think it’s perfect.” He reached for her hand. “Truth be told, I’d rather live here than in the mansion.”
Her cheeks flushed at his praise.
“Do you like it?”
She nodded. “I love it.” She gave him a wicked look. “I was going to try to talk you into letting me move out of the housekeeper’s apartment and into here.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, I didn’t think it would work.”
He tugged her to him. “Oh, I don’t know. I think I could be persuaded.” His eyes caught hers, and he spotted the moment when she became aware that there was a large bed in the room behind her.
She nervously bit at her lip. “Cook made dinner. You must be hungry.”
“Aye.” He backed her into the room. “I’m starving.” He closed the door gently behind him. “But not for food.”
Her cheeks were glowing now, and her lips were berry-red from the kisses they’d shared on the bluff. He smoothed her hair away from her face, aware that his girl was shy when it came to anything sexual.
“Would you like to get into that bed with me, Donna?” he asked.
Sparkling eyes looked up at him. “I’m not very tired, Duncan.”
He fought back his smile. “Neither am I, but I’m thinking there might be other things we could do in that bed.”
She cocked her head at him, her eyes going wide with feigned innocence. “Massage? Read? Watch TV?”
He hooked a finger into the neck of her top and pulled her closer. “Those are good too. We can do those later.”
“Well, what would you like to do in the meantime?” Her hands flattened on his chest and the look she gave him almost brought him to his knees.
“What I really want to do”—he reached for the bottom of her shirt—“is get you out of these clothes and make you more comfortable.”
“You think I’m uncomfortable?”
He slowly peeled the top over her head and tossed it onto a blue-and-white-striped armchair that sat nearby. The sight before him was a feast for a hungry man. Plump, ripe globes encased in violet lace.
He traced a finger over the curve of her breasts. “Is it a matching set?”
“Why don’t you have a look?” Her hands curled on his arms.
“I think that’s a rare idea.” He unhooked the button of her jeans and slid the zip down. All day long those jeans had been driving him crazy. It would give him great pleasure to peel them from her.
“My boots,” she reminded him as he slid her jeans over her hips.
“I think this would work better if you sat on the bed.” Not giving her time to reply, he just swept her up into his arms and sat her down, dropping to his knees in front of her. “That’s better.”
He found the zippers and dispensed with her boots. Sparkly purple toenails rewarded him for his efforts, and he smiled.
“Why am I the only one getting undressed here?” Donna said on a pout. It was cute, and she couldn’t quite pull it off, but he appreciated the effort.
“You don’t expect me to undress myself, do you? I mean, I’m helping you. The least you can do is return the favour.”
With a wide smile, she reached for the buttons on his shirt then stilled. His heart missed a beat with the fear that she’d changed her mind.
“Duncan? How many tartan shirts do you own?”
He looked at her, figuring she would know better than he did. “A lot.” He tended to find one thing that worked and then stick to it, and that way he didn’t have to think abo
ut what to wear.
“Then you won’t miss this one, will you?” She grabbed each side of his shirt and tugged.
The buttons flew off, pinging around the room, and Donna grinned at him. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
He could do nothing other than laugh. “Well, I’m pleased I could help.”
With her eyes on his, she opened each one of the buttons on his Levi’s.
“Don’t you want to check to see whether I’m a boxers or a briefs man?”
“Duncan, I do your laundry. The clearners are too scared to go into your rooms.”
“Well, that just takes the mystery out of this relationship.”
Something dark flickered in her eyes before she smiled again. “Kick off your shoes for me.”
“My pleasure.” He stood, his eyes eating her up as he did as she’d asked. “My turn now.” Things were going far too slowly for his liking.
Placing a hand in the middle of her chest, he pressed her back until she was lying on the bed looking up at him. His hands went to her hips, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pulled them down. And lost the ability to speak. A small triangle of matching violet lace barely covered her mound.
He fell to his knees in front of her as he finished removing her jeans and tossed them to the side. His hands slid up her creamy thighs, feeling the tremors he left in his wake. Her breath hitched, and she began to squirm.
“Lie still now,” he commanded her.
Her eyes darkened, and the pink blush of her cheeks spread down to her upper chest. He clasped the thin straps of lace that curved over her hips and slid his fingers under them, shimmying her underwear down to her ankles.
“Duncan?” She was already panting, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Donna Sinclair could make a man feel like he was ten feet tall.
“Hush now,” he said as he clasped the inside of her thighs and spread her legs. “A man needs to eat to keep up his strength.”
“Oh crap, I’m never going to survive this.”
He looked his fill, taking in her plump, pink, wet and ready flesh. He’d been right, the colour of her lips was an accent throughout her body. Slowly, he lowered his head and licked her length. She arched off the bed with a long wail, and his hands clasped onto her hips to keep her in place.
“I was wrong,” he said. “I thought your kisses were the most addictive thing I’d ever taste.” And then he licked her again.
As he listened to her moans and pleas and felt her fingers tugging at his hair, Duncan took his time enjoying her. He never wanted it to end.
***
She was going to pass out. Seriously. She’d heard it could happen, but she’d thought it was an urban myth. Until Duncan and his wonder tongue. Within seconds he’d delivered the screaming orgasm he’d promised in the pub.
“I bloody love the sounds you make,” he muttered, before starting all over again.
“I can’t take any more,” she wailed.
“Oh, aye, you can. I have a hankering to find out just how many times I can make you come in one night.” He kissed her inner thigh. “Buckle in, Angel, this is going to be fun.”
She just groaned. And then she felt his fingers slip inside of her as his tongue went to work on her clit. Stars exploded inside her mind as her breath came out in desperate pants.
Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come…
“Chanting won’t help you,” he said with a smile against her sensitive nub.
She hadn’t realised she’d been saying it out loud. All she wanted was to hold out for as long as possible, or Duncan’s ego would be impossible to live with.
“I’m not going to come,” she shouted.
“We’ll see about that.” And then his fingers found the turbo button inside of her, and she went off like a rocket.
She came back to earth to see a naked, grinning Duncan poised above her.
“You were saying?” he said.
“I hate you,” she complained as she ran her hands over his hips, up his sides and around to his pecs. She played with the smattering of hair in the middle of his chest before running her fingertips over his abs. “Never stop working out,” she said in wonder at the sight before her.
The chuckling brought her attention back to his face.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said before his mouth met hers in a kiss that stole what little breath she had left.
She kneaded his back, working her way down until she reached his backside. A groan of ecstasy escaped her at the feel of his taut behind in her hands.
“I need you,” she whispered against his mouth.
“I need you too.” But she saw hesitation in his dark gaze. Trepidation. And then it hit her, and her ardour cooled. As far as she knew, he hadn’t been with anyone since his wife. This was a big step for him. Giving up another part of himself that he’d kept just for Fiona. Her heart split in two at the thought. He truly did still belong to his wife. His heart, his body, his soul.
“You don’t need to do this, Duncan. I understand.”
He brushed her hair back from her face. “You are a mystery to me, with that soft heart of yours. You can’t help but worry about everyone around you, can you?”
“I won’t be upset if we stop.” She wanted him to see the truth in her eyes. She wouldn’t hurt him for anything. And if that meant he couldn’t give himself to her physically, then she was okay with that.
His lips captured hers, sipping at them softly before his tongue snuck out to trace the outline of her mouth. Her fingers tightened on his backside, pulling him to her.
“I’m sorry.” She moved her hands up to his shoulders.
“Never, Angel. Never be sorry for wanting me.” His kiss was ferocious in its intensity this time, sweeping her away in a maelstrom of desire.
And then she felt the soft crown of his shaft press into her, and she sucked in a breath. “Duncan, condom.”
He stilled. “I forgot. I never used them…” He looked away from her.
She cupped his cheek and brought his face back around. “With Fiona. You never used them with your wife. You can talk about her.” She smiled, although her heart was shattering. “I’ve been living with her memory these past few years too, and I don’t resent the comparison. She must have been a wonderful woman for you to have loved her so very much.”
“Hell,” he hissed as his forehead met hers. “You humble me.”
“I don’t want to humble you, Duncan. I want to…” Love you. She wanted to love him, but those were words she would never be able to say. “I want to make you feel good, the way you’ve made me feel. That’s all. We can stop if you like. I really do understand.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t want to stop. Let me get something to protect you.” He twisted away from her and climbed from the bed.
“The protection charm Molly gave me is in my pocket,” she said.
He shook his head with a smile, which was exactly what she’d intended. A few seconds later, he was sheathed and walking towards her.
“Brace yourself,” he said with a smile. “I’m going in.”
She spread her legs wide and closed her eyes. “Do what you must. I’ll just lie here and think of England.”
His laughter poured into her heart and made it feel like it would overflow with love for him.
“You do that,” he said. “Because I need to spend a minute or two warming you up again.”
“A minute or two?” That seemed a bit scant.
“You’re right. With the way you go off, we’ll only need thirty seconds.”
She smacked his shoulder as he bent over and sucked her nipple.
“Oh!” She gasped, threading her fingers through his hair and holding him to her. Her legs bent, and her knees clutched his hips, as though trying to pull him closer.
His tongue made circles around her nipple and she couldn’t help but moan. He sucked her hard before releasing her with a pop. “I’d better do the ot
her one too. We wouldn’t want you to be uneven.”
She couldn’t speak. All she could do was push her breasts out towards him. With a chuckle, he gave her other breast the same attention.
“I could play with these for hours,” he said reverently. “I wonder if I could make you come just by teasing these wee nipples. I bet I could.”
“Duncan!” He was taking far too long, and she needed him inside her. She felt empty without him and more than a little desperate to feel his hard length filling her.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know what you need.”
She felt him press against her entrance, and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her.
“You are amazing,” he told her before taking her lips.
He kissed her deep as he surged inside her. She ripped her mouth from his. “Yes!”
“Aye,” he agreed.
And then he raised up on his arms above her and started to move. “Perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.” He ground the words out.
Donna was lost to him. And although she knew she was gasping in air, she felt as though she was holding her breath to the point of becoming light-headed.
“More?” he growled.
“More. More. More. More. More.”
He leaned down and bit her bottom lip. She curled her legs around him, pushing him deeper.
“You goin’ tae come with me, Angel?”
All she could do was gasp.
“Aye, I think you are.”
He changed the angle of his thrusts and hit the spot that made her body melt and then burst into flames. She screamed his name as she came, clenching down on his hard length. Needing all of him, she held him tight—never wanting to let him go.
With a groan, he found his own release and slumped on top of her. “I’ll move in a second. I don’t want to crush you.”
“Stay,” she whispered. She liked his weight pressing her into the bed.
She could feel their hearts racing against each other and hear their breaths as they mingled. His skin felt hot against hers, and his scent engulfed her. He felt wonderful. He felt like home.
His lips found her throat, and he kissed her. “Let me deal with this.”
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