Page 57 of Twice as Tempting

Kelly went into the kitchen to prepare the popcorn while Damian cued up the movie. When she joined him a few minutes later, he had turned off the living room lights and closed the curtains.

“To create the true movie-theater experience,” Damian explained when she raised her eyebrows at him.

She settled in on the couch but placed the bowl of popcorn firmly between them. Somebarrier!

They munched on popcorn and watched the movie in silence for a while, and Kelly became more relaxed as time went by without any hanky-panky. She got so engrossed in the movie, in fact, that she didn’t notice when Damian transferred the empty popcorn bowl from the couch to the coffee table and moved a little closer to her. It was only when he placed his warm hand on her bare thigh that she sat up and took notice. Instead of removing his hand like she should have, she watched, mesmerized, while he rubbed his thumb back and forth against her skin.

Suddenly she felt very warm, even though she wasn’t wearing that many clothes. She peered at Damian’s profile and realized that he was genuinely engrossed in the movie and probably wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. Kelly’s legs were cocked to one side, and she was starting to get a cramp, but she didn’t dare move. Instead, she kept a close watch on Damian’s hand and tried to keep her breathing steady.

After a few more minutes of this, Kelly had to stretch her legs. She started to move, which caused Damian to look up from the TV screen. “Uncomfortable?” he asked.

“My legs. I need to stretch them out,” she said, but the words came out in a raspy whisper. She stood up for a moment to shake her legs out, and Damian took the opportunity to stretch out himself, as in across the entire couch.

“Ahh. Much better,” he said and crossed his arms behind his head.

“Hey, wait. What about me?”

He scooted himself against the back of the couch as far as he could go and patted the empty space beside him.

Kelly looked down at him and warred with herself for about two seconds before lying down on her side with her back to him.

“There,” Damian said and placed a hand casually on her hip. “Now, stop interrupting the movie!”

Kelly rolled her eyes, even though he couldn’t see her, and then redirected her attention to the TV screen. It was an intense scene, where Bruce Willis was being chased by the bad guys, and Damian’s hand tightened on her hip as if he were in the scene too! Kelly had to admit that this was nice. Lying here with Damian, touching but not touching, on a dark stormy night, just the two of them…and then, there went his hand again, drifting, just barely, under the hem of her tank top, his fingers tracing lazy patterns across her skin.

Her nerve endings were on high alert, and she willed his hand to move just a little bit up or down. Either way would do. There we go. That’s the ticket. His hand travelled up, slowly but surely, and her heart started to pound double time. She stayed perfectly still, not encouraging but not discouraging either. And now he had reached her bra. He stopped for a moment, as if waiting for her reproach, but when none came, he continued, gently squeezing, first one breast and then the other.

Oh my God! She was burning up. It’s got a front hook—easy access, she told him in her mind, and somehow he got the message. The click of the bra clasp opening sounded extremely loud to her ears, even with the noise of the movie in the background. And when he twisted her nipple between his thumb and index finger, she moaned. He plucked and played with her for a few more minutes before she turned into his arms and threw her arms around his neck.

How does he always know exactly what I need? she wondered, right before his lips crashed down on hers. It was spontaneous combustion, and they went at it like two teenagers exploring each other on the couch, fully clothed, and unable or unwilling to stop. Damian hooked her right leg over his hip and pressed his erection against her center. As their kissing intensified, so did their movements below, and it felt almost as good as if they were naked. In fact, they were both coiled so tight and the friction was so perfect that…

“Kelly, I think I’m going to…”

“Me too.”

Then his tongue was back in her mouth, and he was thrusting, and her hips were arching to meet him. Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself up to feel even more, and a few minutes later, Damian groaned against her lips, and his whole body shuddered. She was right on his heels, her fingers digging into his biceps as she writhed beneath him.

Damian buried his face in her neck and kissed her softly as she floated back down. And then he popped his head up and searched her eyes, for what, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t angry. How could she be? She had been just as eager as he had been, maybe even more! Kelly reached her hand up and cupped his face, that rugged face that she loved to touch, and smiled softly.

“It’s ok,” she whispered.

“We’re good?”

“We’re very good.”

“I was trying not to break the rules, but technically, we still had our clothes on.”

Kelly giggled. “True.”

“I kind of need to clean up,” he said, and when she nodded, he heaved himself off the couch. “Be right back.”

Kelly pulled on the cozy fleece blanket that was draped over the back of the couch and snuggled beneath it. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute, she thought. The next thing she knew, she was being lifted, very gently, into Damian’s arms.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked sleepily.

“To bed,” he replied.

In the past, that would have meant one thing, but now he simply tucked her under the covers—alone. He leaned down and placed a brief kiss on her lips. “Sleep well, beautiful.”

And she did.