Page 84 of Twice as Tempting

Chapter 27

They were spooned together, naked, when his hands began to move. He started at her shoulder, brushing just the pads of his fingers down her arm, into the dip of her waist, over her curvy hip, and along her outer thigh. He traced the same path in reverse and repeated the pattern a few more times.

Next, he gathered the bulk of her long hair in one hand and moved it aside so that he could kiss the back of her neck, but he didn’t stop there. Following the ridge of her spine, he blazed a trail of soft, warm kisses down her back, all the way to the curve of her butt and back up again.

She felt herself go damp and squeezed her legs tightly together to stave off her reaction. This was only a dream after all. But wait a minute, what was that? The same hand that had been tantalizing her a minute ago had curled around to the front, and it gently stroked her damp folds.

Suddenly Kelly jerked awake and realized that she hadn’t been dreaming after all. Damian chuckled against her neck, letting her know that what she had felt was very real.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said while continuing to fondle her.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” she mumbled, distracted by what he was doing to her.

“I did too, but only for a few minutes. You slept for half an hour.”

Since they’d been talking, Kelly felt Damian grow hard against her back, and she purposely wriggled against him. “This is some wake-up call,” she said.

“Um-hmm. I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day.”

His words hung in the air for a minute as Kelly soaked up his admission. Suddenly she flipped herself over to face him, bringing a halt to his ministrations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and scooted closer so that they were touching from head to toe. “I love this,” she said.

“I love you,” he volleyed before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.

Their passion flared, as always, and Kelly felt like she couldn’t get close enough. She broke away from him and panted, “Condom?”

“In my toiletries bag.”

“Go get it,” she demanded.

Damian scrambled off the bed in such a rush that she had to laugh. She saw a flash of his muscled backside whiz by as he raced to the bathroom. When he returned, she was on her knees, and she patted the mattress where she wanted him to lay.

Damian’s sexy smile lit up the room. “So, you’re in charge, huh?”

“Yep,” she replied. This was another little game they liked to play—taking turns telling the other what to do. It usually didn’t take long before Kelly relinquished her role as the boss though. She had to admit that she preferred when Damian took control. But for now, she waited for him to get comfortable, and then she straddled him.

Kelly slid her core up and down the rigid line of his manhood, teasing him (and herself too), until she glanced up to see Damian watching her through hooded eyes.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, reaching up to fondle her breasts.

Suddenly, Kelly realized that she didn’t feel cold anymore, and she was about to get a whole lot warmer! She lifted her hips up and positioned his erection at her entrance. Then, with Damian’s hands gripping her waist, she slowly slid down onto him, and when he was fully inserted, she stretched her entire body length against his.

For a moment, neither of them moved, and it was the most exquisite feeling on earth. Kelly’s eyes were glossy as she stared into his. She felt as if they were truly seeing each other for the very first time. All of their love, all of their “quirks,” all of their insecurities were now laid bare, and she’d never felt closer to him.

Damian reached up and brushed her hair away from her face before gently kissing the tip of her nose and then her lips. Her man of few words had clammed up, but this time, she could see what he was feeling, and she didn’t need him to tell her.

Seconds later, they began to move, and it was like a match had been lit. The quiet spell was broken, and their movements became frenzied, their momentum building. Heat encompassed their bodies, every nerve ending on fire, until they exploded, tightening and clenching around each other, milking each other of every ounce of energy until they were completely drained.

Afterward, they were still again until the loud rumble of Kelly’s belly broke the silence. “Oops,” she said and giggled.

Damian smiled down at her. “I think I need to feed you.”

“Do you have any food here?”

“No, we’ll have to go out. Let me clean up, and I’ll be right back.” They parted, somewhat reluctantly, and Kelly admired his backside again as he padded out of the room. While he was gone, she hurriedly donned her clothes, and she was standing on the bearskin rug when he returned—still naked.

“I left my clothes in here,” he explained, grinning unabashedly.

“Is this thing for real?” Kelly asked as she rubbed her socked feet against the rug.