Her breathing quickened and she leaned forward to get a better look at him. God, she hadn’t felt anything remotely sexual in a very long time. There was an instant flash of guilt, however, he started playing and the music made her forget everything but the beauty of the sounds filling her ears and the image of the man drawing the enchanting notes from the instrument.

The music slipped through the crack in her wall and bathed her soul with startling brilliance and fiery hunger. From the first note, she craved for more and the lilting sound filled her, transported her to a place where there was nothing but the beautiful music and the lovely imagery it conveyed.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, or how long she sat in that position, riveted, her mind blank, knowing nothing but the mesmerizing sounds that had lifted her soul, when the applause all around her shook her out of her trance.

“Didn’t I tell you he’s great?” Harold beamed at her and clapped enthusiastically.

“Yeah, great,” she agreed faintly, her hands coming together slowly. Her gaze followed Kyle Montgomery’s movement on the stage as he exchanged his violin for another one on the stand behind him.

The second violin was smaller than the first and the fingerboard flashed golden under the lights. There was a hushed silence from the audience in the brief second when he lifted the instrument to his shoulder, then the sweetest, most wondrous sounds she’d ever heard floated toward her.

The first note hit her like a sexual cannonball, because desire started stirring in her and built up in tempo and strength with each measure that he played. The composition was something she’d never heard before but she was enthralled by the beauty of its haunting melody and each rousing note pushed her higher and deeper into heat until she was a mass of burning lust. Nothing like this had happened to her before but her confusion was pushed aside as her body made its demands known and she could do nothing but flow with the music, riding the crescendos until she reached a sexual peak she’d never experienced before. She wanted—no, needed—to feel the firm, solid pounding of a hard cock, driving into her with force and power, over and over, until she screamed from the strength of her release. She needed the heat of a man’s skin against hers, the unyielding weight of his body on hers, his mouth on her breasts, her mouth, every inch of her body —