CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199 ESPECIALLY FOR YOU

Danica lies on her front, breathless, spiraling down from her climax, as he lies on top of her. His weight is...agreeable. She never knew her body had such capacity for pleasure. She’s sweaty and languid and satisfied, wrung out from her incredible orgasm.

But as she recovers her composure, truth be told, she feels a little guilty at this indolence. She has never spent the whole morning in bed.

He nuzzles her ear.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers as he moves to her side and gathers her in his arms.

She closes her eyes. “No, you are,” she says. “I never knew...I mean...” She stops and looks up at him.

“That it could be so intense?”

“Yes.”

His brow crinkles. “Yes. I know what you mean.” He gazes through the window at the gray, rain-soaked vista. “Do you want to go out?”

She snuggles closer, filling her senses with him. The smell of his skin. His warmth.

“No. I like being here with you.”

“I like it, too.” He kisses the top of her head and closes his eyes.

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*LORENZO*

I wake alone from my doze only to hear the strains of Rachmaninoff, my favorite of his concertos coming from downstairs. It sounds odd... and then I realize, it’s just the piano. Of course there’s no orchestra.

Oh, this I have to see.

I jump out of bed and drag on my jeans, but I can’t find my sweater, so I grab the throw from the end of the bed, wrap it around my shoulders, and head downstairs.

Danica is playing the piano wearing nothing but my cream sweater. She’s found some earbuds and is listening to my iPhone with her eyes closed, and she’s playing.

Without the sheet music. Without an orchestra. Is she listening to the concerto?

She must be.

Her fingers fly over the keys, and the music surges through the room with so much feeling and finesse it leaves me breathless. She leaves me breathless. I can almost hear the orchestra in my imagination.

How does she do this?

She truly is a prodigy.

I watch her. Transfixed as the music soars. It’s...emotional.

She reaches the crescendo at the end of the movement, her head bobbing in time to the music, her hair rippling down her back...and she stops. She sits for a moment. Her hands in her lap as the notes fade into the ether. I feel I’m intruding, watching her like she’s an exotic species in her own unique habitat. But I can’t help it, I break the spell and raise my hands and applaud.

She opens her eyes, surprised, I think, to see me there.

“That was sensational.”

She takes the earbuds out of her ears and gives me a shy smile. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I’ve only played this a few times. I was learning it before I left...” She stops.

“Well, you play it very well. I could hear the orchestra.”

“From the phone?”

“No. In my imagination. You were that good. Were you listening to the piece?”

She flushes. “Thank you. Yes. I was.”

“You should be on the stage. I would pay to see you.”

She grins.

“What colors did you see?” I ask.

“In the music?”

I nod.

“Oh...this is a rainbow,” she says with such raw enthusiasm. “So many different colors.” She opens up her arms to try to convey the complexity of what she sees...but it’s something I’ll never know.

“It’s...it’s...”

“Like a kaleidoscope?”

“Yes. Yes.” She nods vigorously with a huge smile.

“As it should be. I love this piece.”

I love you.

I step toward her and kiss her on the lips. “I am in awe of your talent, Danica.”

She stands and places her arms around my neck. I wrap us both in the throw that I’m wearing.

“I am in awe of yours, Mister Morreti,” she says, and she laces her fingers around my neck and pulls my lips toward hers.

What? Again!

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Danica moves up and down. More graceful this time. Tall and proud. She looks amazing as her breasts bounce with her. Her eyes are intent on me. She’s embracing her power, and it’s so fucking sexy. Her tempo is perfect, and she takes me higher and higher. She leans down and threads her fingers through mine, squeezing them, then kisses me. An openmouthed, wet, and warm, demanding kiss.

“Oh, beautiful,” I moan...I’m close.

And she leans up and tilts her head back and cries out my name as she comes.

Fuck! I’m lost. And I let go and join her.

When I open my eyes, she’s gazing down at me in wonder.

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Danica is sprawled on Lorenzo’s chest, and they’re lying on the floor of the living room, by the piano. Her heart is slowing and her breathing subsiding, but she shivers. She’s a little cold.

“Here.” Lorenzo drapes the throw over her. “You are going to wear me out.” He flinches as he pulls the condom off but smiles up at her.

“I like wearing you out. And I like looking down at you,” she whispers.

“I like looking up at you.”

Watching him come when she’s on top of him gives her a sense of power. A power she never thought she’d have, it’s heady.

Now if she could just pluck up the courage to touch all of him...

His glowing green eyes burn into hers. “You really are something, Danica,” he says, and he smooths her hair from her face.

For a moment she thinks he’s going to say something else. But he smiles up at her, a glorious smile. Then he adds, “I’m hungry.”

She gasps. “I must feed you.” She tries to move, but he holds her in place.

“Don’t go. You’re keeping me warm. I should light a fire.” He kisses her jaw, and she snuggles into him, feeling a peace she didn’t know was possible.

“We should go out to eat,” Lorenzo says. “It must be after four o’clock.” The rain is still hammering down outside.

“I want to cook for you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I like cooking,” Danica replies.

“Especially for you.”

“Okay.”