Page 66 of Twice as Tempting

Chapter 21

Damian sucked in a breath. “But you said…”

“I know what I said, and I changed my mind. It’s a woman’s right, you know.”

Damian chuckled and then swiped his thumb across her tear-stained cheek. “Is that what you really want?”

“Yes,” Kelly said. “Don’t make me ask you again.”

With that, Damian lifted her into his arms and carried her down the short hall to his bedroom. He laid her gently on his new bed and kneeled over her, staring at her reverently.

“Don’t you want to tear my clothes off or something?” Kelly asked, placing her palms on his bare chest.

Damian’s mouth curled up with an amused grin, but he shook his head. “If I do, it’ll be over in a few minutes. I’d rather take my time.”

Kelly squirmed when he placed his hands on the hem of her dress, which fell to just above her knees.

“I do want to see more of you though.” Damian tugged her dress upward, and she felt a whoosh of cool air as he lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. “That’s better,” he said as he ran his eyes over her from head to toe and back again. He wasn’t even touching her, but her body was on fire, her nerves prickly with desire.

Like the rest of her wardrobe, Kelly had an extensive lingerie collection, which had served her well in the past and was having the desired effect now. Damian’s eyes glazed over as he zeroed in on her sheer pink bra, especially where her nipples poked assertively at the fabric, begging to be released. He ran a fingertip down the middle of her chest and over her belly button until he reached the edge of her matching pink sheer panties. There was nothing left to the imagination there either—just a thin piece of material pressed against her damp skin.

Damian’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed roughly. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? Do you have any idea how tempting you are?”

“Tell me,” she whispered, her voice strained with emotion.

“Twice as tempting as before. Even more than that. I wanted you from the first time I met you, but now, now…”

“Show me, Damian. Show me how much.”

He bent over her then and sucked her bottom lip between his, drawing gently at first. And then he traced her lips with his tongue, and she arched her back, begging for more contact. He braced himself on his forearms, and his magnificent biceps strained with the effort. Kelly gripped them tightly and parted her lips for him, inviting him to take more of her.

Suddenly he flipped onto his back, pulling her over on top of him. Kelly smiled down at him seductively, because they both knew that she liked to be in the driver’s seat. They had discovered that it was one of their favorite positions and had practiced it often in the past.

Kelly seated herself on his hips and wiggled against his thick erection. “Still want to take it slow?” she teased.

“Um-hmm.” He laced his hands behind his head and watched as she moved her hands around her back to unhook her bra. The sound of it coming undone caused Damian to buck underneath her, and she relished the feel of him—so strong, so powerful. Kelly slid the bra straps off her shoulders one at a time, slowly, just for him, until she revealed her ample breasts.

Damian reached out for them automatically, cupping and squeezing, just the way she liked. Kelly realized that she was grinding against him now, eager for more, but Damian seemed content as he plucked her nipples almost to the point of pain.

Since she was still in the driver’s seat, Kelly pulled back, just out of reach, and laid her hands on the tie of his sweats. Damian lifted himself up so that Kelly could bare him, and as she did, she drew in a ragged breath. First of all, he was sans underwear, so his glory sprang forth immediately. Secondly, she had almost forgotten just how glorious he was! Long and thick, straight and proud, throbbing with need, and all for her.

Once his sweats were discarded, she took him in her hands and glided them up and down, rhythmically, her memory returning as he groaned beneath her. Just like riding a bike, she thought, smiling softly. It was too dark for her to see the look on Damian’s face, but his sounds were like music to her ears.

He gripped her wrists just as she felt him getting close. “I need to be inside you,” he stated.

Kelly wriggled out of her panties while Damian leaned over and extracted a condom from his bedside table. She was in the passenger seat now, spread out and waiting for him as he straddled her.

“You ready?” he asked, dipping a finger inside her at the same time.

She didn’t need to answer. They both knew that she was more than ready. Damian glided in easily, and Kelly sighed as he filled her completely. She threw her arms around his broad back and wrapped her legs around his hips, and as they moved, she said, “You’re home. You’re finally home.”

Afterwards, she curled up next to him with her head against his chest and traced the pattern of his tattoo. “Tell me again about what this symbolizes to the Greeks,” she said, always interested to learn about his heritage.

Damian gave her a squeeze. “You like to hear stories, don’t you?”

“Um-hmm. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my parents would read me a story before bed.”

“My parents did that too, although they didn’t always read from a book. Sometimes they told stories from our family history or from Greek mythology.”