I don't even think, I just react. My training kicks in, and I plant my left leg and back kick with my right. Avoiding the kick, he steps to the side and into me, grabbing my hips. He pulls me back toward him. Our bodies are pressed together, but I continue to fight. I raise my foot, poised to slam my heel into his shoe, but he avoids it.
"Hold up, honey. It’s me, Duncan," he whispers in my ear.
I start to bring my elbow back to connect with his ribs. He pulls me in even tighter to his chest, sending my senses into overdrive. I now don't know if I want to kick his ass or fuck him. I feel his erection against my lower back, his hands rub up my waist to under my heaving breasts, and his fingers gently caress the underside of them. I involuntarily moan.
"God, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Tell me where you learned to do that?" His voice is husky in my ear. His lips caress my neck and then move up to my earlobe. I want to answer him, but my brain has turned to mush. What this man does to me is crazy. I rock my hips back into his erection. He groans and bites down on my neck. "If you don't want to end up bent over that bench over there, you'll stop that," he growls against my skin. "You're by far the sexiest woman at this bloody do. All night I've wanted to shag you with those bloody heels pressed into my back."
"What if I told you to bend me over that bench?" I boldly reply. "Wait, what the hell is a do?" I ask confused.
He growls again just before his lips return to my neck, right where my pulse is racing. I can't believe I'm instigating this.
I want him.
He drags his teeth and tongue across my skin, gently pulling as he sucks. He’s marking me, but I can't stop him.
I really want him.
"A do is a party," he replies against my neck, making goose bumps rise on my bare skin.
I moan as I feel myself grow wet.
"God, baby, I want to hear that sexy sound again."
"Duncan, please," I groan. "I want you, but we can't. Your sister…"
"Baby, my sister is busy. She'll never notice us missing. I have wanted you since I watched you get off that bloody bike two weeks ago. Do you know what it feels like to wake up hard as a rock and no one to relieve it?" He walks me further into the garden where it's darker. "Answer my question. Where'd you learn those moves?"
It isn't a question, it's a command. My breathing increases, my nipples pucker, and my clit throbs in response. What the hell, I've never responded to a man bossing me around. I actually tend to go for the weaker guys so I can boss them around. But Duncan has me hot and panting with his commands and dominance.
"I've studied...Krav Maga...since I was a kid...along with...other martial arts." I pant.
"God, I'm so hot for you. First, tell me if that guy from the bar is your boyfriend and who sent you flowers today," he demands.
I'm almost shaken from my sexual lust by his question.
"No, he's my partner, only a friend. A business associate here in London sent them," I lie. I can't tell him about the flowers, and I won't tell him anymore about Derek.
"Ever since I picked you up at the airport, all I've wanted to do is push my cock into your tight little body. This dress, with all your exposed cleavage, is turning me on. I want to taste every inch of you."
I'm going to hyperventilate, I'm panting so hard. His dirty talk and kisses alone have me on the edge of an orgasm.
I see a wall loom up ahead of me, then I'm spun around in his arms and lifted up. My back hits the wall, and I wrap my legs around him. I groan as I feel his erection right where I want it. His hands divide and leave my waist—one going to my neck to control my head while the other trails down my side again. His hand ends up at my knee, where it starts a slow slide up my leg under my skirt. His lips claim mine in an intense kiss to show me who's in charge here. My body is on fire. His tongue rubs my lips and I open to him, allowing him to plundermy mouth. I swirl and stroke my tongue with his. His hand goes into my hair, positioning my head where he wants it.
I've never been kissed with this much intent. I follow his lead, my hands start roaming his shoulders and go to his hair to pull him in closer.
God, can this man kiss.
His other hand is still slowly moving up my thigh and encounters my bare backside from my thong. He dips his thumb toward my core. I wiggle, bringing his erection closer to where I want it. His fingers are now at the front of my panties and they slide in the side. He rubs my clit and glides his fingers down to my entrance. I moan into his mouth. I'm going to come if he keeps this up.
"Baby, you're so wet," he says as he pulls away and lays his forehead against mine. "Come to my room. I want you spread out on my bed for me. I'm going to eat this bare pussy for dessert." His words pull me under more. He continues to rub his thumb over my clit while he enters me with his middle finger. I gasp and lean my head against the wall. "I need to taste you. I want you, Maya."
"Maya, are you out here?"
Shit, my luck. My head whips to the side where I hear Ana's voice.
"Just a second," I gasp.
He removes his hand from between my legs and licks his fingers and groans. I'm so turned on. He lowers me down as my legs unwrap from his body. His other hand moves back to my neck, pulling me closer to him.
