Page 83 of Twice as Tempting

Damian sensed her hesitation. “We’re in the middle of nowhere, Kell. Look out the window and tell me what you see.”

She did as he asked and gasped as her bra hit the floor. “I see…” Now his large, work-toughened hands were kneading her bare breasts, and it was hard to concentrate.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his fingers pinching her nipples, gently at first and then with more vigor.

“Just…the…lake,” she said in between pants.

“And nobody’s on it, right?” he said as his hands trailed down her abdomen to the button of her jeans.

“Right,” she said, her body taut with need.

Damian unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, hooked his thumbs into her panties, and slid them both down her legs.

Another whoosh of cool air hit her warm body, and she shivered.

“You cold?” he asked as he rose back up behind her, trailing his fingers up the inside of her thighs.

“No,” she said, although she wasn’t really cognizant of what she was saying at that point.

When Damian had returned to his full height behind her, he reached his right hand around and cupped her center.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

“No one can see us or hear us, so feel free to scream out my name when you come.” With that, Damian inserted a finger deep inside her and used his thumb to stroke her on the outside.

Kelly slapped her palms against the window for support, even though Damian held her firmly in his grasp. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave in to the sensations: his fingers warm and slightly rough, fondling her, probing her; his moist lips on the sensitive part of her neck; his erection pressing into her back through his jeans. While his right hand worked her below, his left hand played with her nipple, and the combination was too much. She tipped over the edge in no time, gyrating her hips into his hand, and then, as he had suggested, she yelled out his name.

Damian kept his hand in place until she floated back down to earth and she had regained her breath. Of all the things that they had done with and to each other, Kelly thought that this might have been one of their most erotic moments. Her legs felt wobbly as she turned in his arms to face him.

“You good?” he asked, even though his smug expression said he already knew the answer.

“I’m great,” she replied and kissed his smiling lips.

Damian was about to back them up toward the bed, but she shook her head. “Oh no. If I had to stand in front of the window, then so do you.”

He arched his eyebrows at her but stood still, waiting to see what she would do. When she put her hands on the button of his jeans, he whipped off his sweatshirt, presumably to save time. Kelly wet her lips at the sight of his bare chest but went back to work removing his jeans. When his erection sprang free, she wrapped her hands around him and watched his reaction with extreme satisfaction. When she dropped to her knees on the bearskin rug, he groaned.

“You can either look out the window or watch me,” she offered, and then she brought the tip of his swollen manhood to her mouth.

Damian chose to watch her, and she gave him quite the show, alternating between licking him like a popsicle and drawing him into her mouth as far as she could take him. His masculine sounds of pleasure filled the room, and before long, he gave her the warning call.

“KELLLLL…”

She nodded, and that was all it took. When his body stopped convulsing, she let go and slowly stood up, unsure if her legs would support her.

Damian immediately wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, placing her gently on the bed and crawling in next to her. “That was…”

“Fantastic? Spectacular? Stupendous?” she suggested, giggling.

“All of the above,” he said, covering them with a plaid blanket.

Kelly snuggled against him and soaked up his warmth. “Is the heat turned on in here?”

Damian chuckled. Finding an acceptable temperature for both of them was an ongoing battle. No matter if they were in each other’s apartments or vehicles, they were constantly fighting over the thermostat. “It’s set to sixty!”

“Well, it feels more like forty.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said gruffly and hauled her in closer.

She idly traced the pattern of his tattoo and then softly whispered, “I love you, Damian.”

He gave her a squeeze and smiled broadly. “I love you too, princess.”