Page 100 of Twice as Tempting

“Oh yeah.” She climbed on top of him and made quite a show of inserting him to the hilt. There was no talking after that, unless one-word demands counted.

“Harder…faster…yes,” Damian grunted as she rode him like an experienced cowgirl on her favorite steed. At the end, he clutched her hips hard and shouted, “I love you!”

I hope the neighbors are still out to dinner, Kelly thought again while she watched Damian reach his climax, and then she collapsed onto his chest.

A few minutes later, after Damian had cleaned himself up and returned to bed, he pulled her to his side and kissed her gently, almost reverently.

“Whatcha thinkin’?’ she said as he pushed the hair back from her face.

“I’m thinking about how good it is between us every single time.”

“It is, isn’t it? Why do you think that is?”

“I think it’s because you’re such a generous and loving person, and not just in bed.”

Kelly beamed at him and then traced the outline of his handsome face with her fingertips. “Funny. I think the same thing about you.”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he teased.

She giggled. “I promise to let everyone go on thinking that you’re big, bad Damian. Even though…the people who really know you believe otherwise.”

“You bring out the best in me, Kell.”

“And sometimes the worst too,” she added.

He chuckled. “Even when we argue, I still love you. I never stop loving you.”

Kelly’s stomach growled loudly in response. “Do you love me enough to take me out to dinner?”

Damian was already heaving himself off the bed. “I love you enough to take you out for dinner and dessert.”

“I was thinking we could come back here for dessert,” she said and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“That’s my girl!”

Thanksgiving dinner was a quiet affair, the opposite of what it had been like the previous year at the Kostas’s house.

Kelly introduced Damian to her grandparents and one aunt and uncle (all from her mother’s side), along with her parents’ closest friends, John and Marsha, who lived a few doors down.

Her Latin American grandmother, Sofia, patted Damian’s cheeks and said, “Oh, such a handsome young man.” Damian muttered a “thank you” and blushed while Kelly tried to contain her laughter.

Her grandfather, Luis, shook Damian’s hand enthusiastically and said, “Greek? Italian?”

“Greek,” Damian replied.

“Ahh, it’s hard to tell, no?”

“Grandpa!” Kelly scolded, but he was already walking away.

Kelly’s Aunt Lucia was her mother’s youngest sister, and even though she was approaching fifty, she was still quite flirtatious. She held onto Damian’s hand just a little too long and practically batted her eyelashes at him. “Oh, if only I were twenty years younger…”

“Lucia! Behave,” scolded Maria.

Lucia’s husband, Rich, took it all in stride and shook Damian’s hand warmly. “You like football, Damian?”

“Absolutely.”

“Game’s on in the living room.”