14 He Whose Touch Brings Pleasure

Duncan*Mature content up ahead*

Who would have thought that kissing would lead to a mind-blowing orgasm?

It had been more than a week since that kiss. And by the gods, each time I remember how he kissed me, I get wet and have this unholy need to relieve myself.

It doesn't matter where I was, or who I am with. Thinking of Duncan and the tree was...

Damn it! See! I'm wet again!

I bumped my head on the table in front of me. Fall whined and looked at me as if he was asking, [Are you okay?]

With my head still on the table, I reached out and touched the head of the beast that had been sleeping in the house since the day his master ~ well I cannot call it a simple kiss.

Fall was so gentle around us. He was supposed to be sleeping outside. Yet every time I get up each morning, he would be Inside the house, sleeping between the kids' door.

Who am I kidding? Fall was a deerhound. He was one big ass dog, and knowing that my kids have a big guard, made sleeping easy.

"I'm okay, boy. You can blame Duncan for whatever that ails me."

I close my eyes and just, just...

"I should put a bell around your neck so you can stop sneaking up on me."

Duncan had the audacity to laugh. I mean really? I was insulting him! And he like...ARGH!

"You do know that your insult sounded cute in my ears, lass?" I heard Duncan say.

No. I will not be looking at him. Nope.

"Ignoring me?"

I closed my eyes and continued to pet his dog. Yes, I was ignoring him. I want to ignore him. I should be ignoring him.

However, from what happened between us in the woods, it was impossible.

The silence between us stretched. It was not that uncomfortable silence, it was more of a gauging kind of silence. The kind wherein who would give in first.

I knew that he was beside me. I could feel the heat coming off his body, he must be close then.

My hunch was right when I felt one of Duncan's arms draped around my waist and the other reached for my hand that was on the table.

Next was the way he nuzzled the back of my neck. I felt him kiss the skin he was able to expose.

His hot breath made me moan. Our hands suddenly became entwined. I had to squeeze his hand in response to the way he was biting and sucking the place where he was kissing mere seconds ago.

I was going to climax, and he knew it too. He pulled me closer as I slowly shattered in his arms.

The arm around my waist never stopped caressing me. I had to stop petting Fall so I could hold on to his other hand as my orgasm washed over me.

What the ever fuck just happened? He was just kissing the back of my neck. A kiss should never have ever brought me to a euphoria of pleasure.

However, it did.

My body was flushed, and I felt so hot and sticky. And Duncan? He was hard. I can feel his hard dick pressing against the side of my waist.

I was expecting him to at least rub it against me, like any other man who was in heat. But he did not do such a thing.

I should be mad. I should not even be leaning into his touch. I should not definitely not turn my head, look at him, and sigh as his lips met mine.

Unlike the kiss we shared the first time, this was soft and sweet. It was a kiss that was given to show affection and care.

"I hate you," I told him once he leased my lips. I could still feel the imprint of his lips on mine. It was kinda hard to forget. Duncan was an amazing kisser.

"Keep telling that to yourself, lass," Duncan whispered against my lips. The man was smiling, He was no doubt happy that I could tell a lie, and have my body react this way.

He was supposed to be gloating. He was supposed to act like any male you made a woman climax by a simple touch. He was supposed to be arrogant.

This was based on the way how men treated me. So I was so confused.

Why?

Duncan did nothing of what I had expected. He kept on kissing my forehead, and eventually, he laid his face on the table like mine so he could just simply look at me.

"In case you are wondering, Jane has the kids," He answered my unspoken question. "Something about cookies and cakes."

"Ah, so they went there," I tugged my hand out of his grasp, and he let me go, only to be hauled In his lap.

"Really, Duncan?" I asked a bit breathless and flustered.

He gave me that sexy grin that never failed to make my panties wet. Damn him! I was already soaked because of that orgasm. Was he trying to drench my lower body?

"If I cannot have you in my bed, I will settle with you on my lap, lass," was his reply.

I was speechless, with my mount hanging open, an astonished looked on my face.

"You...you..." was all I could say, and then his lips were on mine again.

No, this kiss was not the soft and gentle kind. This was steaming with passion.

His tongue rubbed against mine. Then it slowly traced my teeth and inner cheeks. I cannot help but do the same thing to him.

He tasted like coffee. The kind of coffee that he usually has. How do I know? He gave me a bottle of the same blend. But man, he tasted better than coffee.

Our breaths mingled with each breath we took, his tongue and mine sought and tangled over and over again. When we let each other go, Duncan bit my upper lip and soothed it by running his tongue and sucking it.

I was getting dizzy with desire. I was slowly losing my hold on my basic urge, something that I never thought was possible.

Just when I was about to give in, he stopped. He gave one last swipe of my lips before he rested his forehead against mine. I opened my eyes to tell him what was in my mind, but words died.

His eyes were glowing. A kind of glow that was eerie and familiar to the paranormal books that I have read. No, his eyes can't glow, right?

I blinked several times to clear my desired fuel mind. I must be mistaken, when I looked at him again, the glow was gone, replaced by a look of tenderness and desire.

It was an odd combination. No man had ever looked at me like what I am seeing reflected in his eyes.

"We should probably join the children, Julie," he said. His voice sounded husky and regretful at the same time.

"Are you going to buy a cake for me?" I asked. I suddenly had this urge to eat a decadent chocolate cake. I hope that the new bakeshop will have some.

"Whatever is running inside that lovely mind of yours, lass, stop," he said with a painful groan.

"I'm not saying anything!" I exclaimed.

"You don't have to, lass," Duncan replied. "Your eyes shone when you said the word cake."

"Heh?" was my only reply.

"Julie, my Julie," Duncan softly said. Was he teasing me? But it doesn't sound like it. "You are possibly the only woman who I have encountered who is not wearing a mask."

"Does it mean you have met a lot of women?" I countered.

I had to stop myself from laughing. Duncan's face looked so comical when he realized the words he had said.

"I walked into that one, didn't I?" he asked, as I nodded to answer his question.

It was good that Duncan looked sheepish. Or else I would have slammed his head on the table.

"Ah, my Julie, I can see that glint of irritation. I will not deny that I have met a lot of women. I would be a hypocrite if I deny your statement," Duncan honestly said. "But none of those said women had graced my bed for the past eleven years, lass."

Wait, what?

"Nor do I have any plans to see other women...or men."

Damn it!

"The only woman that I want, is the one who wants to slam my head on the table, and then feed me to the wolves," he said.

How did he know precisely what I was thinking, I do not know? Was he a mind reader? Or like he said, my eyes reflect what is inside me?

Either way, as we walked to his car, with Fall in tow, one thing was for sure.

Duncan was serious about me.

And I have no fucking clue what to do.