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"I know. But I want to dance with you anyway."
When she still doesn't move, I pluck her off the chair and only set her down once we've moved into the open area between the table and the sofa. Then I splay a hand over her lower back to pull her close. We move together while the driving beat pulses inside us.
Rebecca swallows hard enough the movement is visible. "This song is called 'Mr. Mysterious.' Seems appropriate. You are a man of mystery."
"Am I? Not intentionally."
I guide her across the floor in circles while the song changes to one of her favorites---"I Don't Want Your Love" by Duran Duran. Ah, but I do want her love. First, I'll take her body. The rest will come in time. I twirl the lass so her back lies flush with my front and hold her right hand while lashing my other palm to her belly.
She sucks in a breath.
We shuffle across the floor with our bodies melded, and I roll my hips into her over and over in sync with the song, until it ends. Another one takes its place, a softer, far more sensual number.
I press my lips to her throat and inhale deeply. "Ye smell so good, I'd love to devour every inch of your flesh starting here"---I sweep my hand down to cup her mound through her yellow dress---"and after that, I'll fill you up with my cock. You'll be drenched with your lust for me."
"No whisky until after. I want to be wide awake when we make love."
"Aye, we'll save the whisky for after."
I grasp one of the ties on her dress and undo it with my teeth. Rebecca gasps just as I let the strap fall off her shoulder. "Thank you for wearing this frock, gràidh."
Her chest heaves, and her cheeks have turned faintly pink.
Using my teeth once again, I undo the other strap. Only her folded arms prevent the dress from tumbling to the floor. I move in front of her, kneeling at her feet. "Lower your arms, Rebecca."
"Oh, God, Thane. When you say my name, I almost come."
"Good, Rebecca. I want you to come for me over and over."
She lowers her arms. The dress falls down to her waist but gets stuck there thanks to the waistband. I grasp the dress and yank. The fabric falls into a puddle at her feet.
Cannae resist chuckling. "No knickers or bra? My, you are a naughty lass, aren't you?"
"Wanted to make it as easy as possible for you to undress me."
"How did you know I wouldn't want you to strip for me?"
She kicks her shoes off. "I might not know everything about you, but I figured out on day one that you're the kind of man who wants to undress a woman."
"I didn't strip you on that day. We kept our clothes on, mostly."
"Still, I had your number." She pushes her dress and shoes away using one foot. Then she kneels before me. "My turn to strip you, Mr. Buchanan."
"Anything you want, Rebecca."
She shivers faintly. "You're going to kill me with your sensual skills, aren't you?"
"Only in the metaphorical sense."
The lass waves her hands. "Get up, please."
I obey her, naturally.
She takes hold of my kilt's waist and tugs on it experimentally. "Elastic? Oh, I'm so glad you wore your casual kilt. I guess the formal one isn't as easy to remove."
"It is a touch more difficult. There's no elastic, and the kilt is one long length of plaid."
"Hmm, it might be fun to try stripping that off your body sometime."
