Page 42 of Twice as Tempting

“I have two questions for you. First, what are you doing on Labor Day?”

Kelly had almost forgotten that the coming weekend was the last hurrah of summer. “Well, the store is closed on Labor Day, so I’m available. Why?”

“Alex invited us over for a barbecue with Zack, Emma, and the kids. Interested?”

“Sure. That sounds fun. Any other attractive female relatives going to be there?”

Damian chuckled. “No, it’s just us. If the weather cooperates, we can take the boat out.”

“So, I’ll need to bring a bathing suit.”

“Oh yeah,” he said and smiled wide.

Kelly smiled back. “A conservative one-piece bathing suit, since your family will be there.” Right after she said it, Kelly realized that she didn’t even own such a thing. Her bathing suit collection consisted of skimpy bikinis and an assortment of revealing cover-ups.

“No. One-piece swimsuits aren’t allowed. Only bikinis,” Damian teased.

Kelly rolled her eyes at him. “What was your second question?”

“I wondered when you can start helping me with some marketing stuff? Jim plans on leaving by the end of the year, so I need to come up with a plan to attract business.”

Kelly perked right up at the idea of helping Damian and at the thought of spending more time with him. There was only one problem. How would she fit it in around her job at the bookstore? “I’d love to help, but I need to talk to Emma first. I’m sure she won’t mind, but I’ll have to work around my bookstore schedule.”

“That’s no problem. We can always get together in the evenings.”

Kelly raised her eyebrows. “Do you really think that’s such a good idea?”

“Kelly, you’re over here right now, and I haven’t touched you. Even though…” He glanced down at her t-shirt for the umpteenth time since she’d been there.

Somewhere along the way, Kelly had given up on trying to cover herself, and now she crossed her arms over her chest again. “Damian…” she warned.

“Sorry, but you’re sitting there looking all…touchable, yet I’m exercising complete control.”

Suddenly Kelly wished that he wasn’t, and she decided to drop her guard and have some fun. “You have been a pretty good boy, haven’t you?” She scraped the kitchen chair back and slowly stood up.

His eyes widened, but he just nodded his head as she stalked toward him.

“I should probably reward you for good behavior.”

Damian nodded more vigorously and made a motion to stand up, but Kelly placed her hands on his shoulders to keep him in place. Then, in a move that obviously surprised him, she straddled him on the chair.

Damian’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist, and hers coiled around his neck. “Oh God, Kell. This feels so good.”

“Kiss me, Damian,” she demanded.

His lips were warm and sweet, and she tasted the remnants of cherry pie on his tongue. As the kiss intensified, she felt him grow hard beneath her, and she rocked against him just a little bit, but enough to make him emit a low moan. His hands were on her bare back now, and her spine tingled as he slid them up and down. When his lips trailed down from her mouth to her neck, her head fell back, and it was her turn to moan. He knew right where to kiss her on the most sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder that shot sensations straight to her core.

Damian started to move his hands around to the front of her shirt, but he halted. “Is this ok?”

His words melted her heart, and part of her wanted to tear off her clothes and beg him to take her. But he was following her rules, and they were taking it slow. Still, a few touches couldn’t hurt. “Yes,” she said.

His hands were on her breasts before she could change her mind, but why would she want to? He cupped them gently at first and then rasped his thumbs over her nipples, causing another shot of adrenaline to rush right to her center. He had ceased kissing her and now stared intently at the movement of his hands beneath her shirt and her reaction to his ministrations.

It was all so good, the heat between their bodies, his rough yet gentle hands on her bare skin, their connection that was so much more than just physical, but still, Kelly wanted to wait. Almost as if he sensed it, Damian pulled his hands out from under her shirt, and planted them on her waist. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, one, two, three times, and then pulled back.

“I like eating cherry pie with you,” he said, his voice a little raspy.

“Me too,” Kelly said and removed herself from his lap.

“I’ll walk you home.”

She didn’t bother arguing.

When they stopped outside of her door, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams, Kell.”

Of that, she was certain!