Second Chance at Love(36)

A crooked smile curved his lips. “Yeah?” If teasing him made her feel sexy he’d be okay with her teasing for the rest of their lives.



Karen nodded, squeezing her inner muscles, clamping tight around his engorged manhood. She felt a sense of overwhelming femininity when he responded to her body’s call.



Taking her mouth in another passionate kiss, his hips continued the sensual torturing, driving her insane. This time they both reached their climatic high as one.





“You know I could have made you breakfast when you took me home to shower again and change clothes.” Karen smiled behind the large, colorful mug before taking a sip of her mint tea. Dom was devouring the plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage the waitress just put before him. Setting down the mug, Karen sliced into the French toast on her plate.



“Nah, babe, you do enough cooking,” he told her around the food in his mouth. Picking up a large glass of orange juice, he took a huge gulp. “Besides, we needed to get out if you know what I mean.”



Karen blushed when Dom winked at her. It was true. They indeed needed to leave the confines of Starr’s home, which Dom was now renting since moving back to Philly. If they hadn’t, they’d still be in bed, sheets twisted and limbs intertwined. Karen had thought the first two encounters of their passionate coming together were going to be it for the night. Oh, how wrong she was. She had been awakened just before dawn by roaming hands and tantalizing kisses. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck as their predawn activities played out in her mind. Needing to cool her heated insides she swapped the hot tea for a sip of cold ice water.



Gazing at Dom through lowered lashes, she agreed. “I definitely know what you mean.” Heaven help her, but in one night she had undergone a metamorphosis from a deprived housewife to a wanton sex kitten. Each time he touched her, she wanted more.



Getting the conversation back on safe ground, Karen asked, “So what are you doing the rest of the day?”



Dom stopped cutting into his sausage to give her a leveled stare. “Now look at who’s trying to get rid of someone.”



Playfully sucking her teeth, Karen rolled her eyes. He was good. She knew the jab was to get back at her for accusing him of the same thing the night before. “Touché, Mr. Peretti.”



“Ah, Mr. Peretti, huh?” Reaching under the table, Dom slid his hand between her jean clad thighs. Moving in closer over the table, he dropped his voice to a deep, seductive murmur so those nearby in the tiny diner couldn’t hear him. “What’s up with all the formality? After last night and this morning I’d think you’d know the difference between me and my father.”



Karen threw her head back and laughed. Easing her hand under the table, she rested it dangerously close to his groin. She too leaned in over the table, dropping her voice to a seductive murmur. “Honey, trust me, I know the difference.”



The husky sound of her laughter and warm touch of her hand was all he needed for his desire for her to flare to life again. Yeah, it was good they were in a public area. The light, gentle stroking of her fingertips against his thighs was doing a number on him. A strangled groan rumbled from his throat as visions of their coupled sweat-drenched bodies blinded him.



Dom used his free hand to halt her assault. “I see you still need a few more lessons in what happens when you tease me.”



Awareness of the most tantalizing variety swept through Karen, causing her nipples to tighten into small buds. “How soon can I get one of these lessons?”



So caught up in their sensual bantering, neither were aware the waitress had approached their table. When she interrupted by asking if they needed anything Karen jerked back disengaging their hands. Girl get a grip. You’re in a public place! After asking the waitress to bring the check, Dom told Karen of his plans for the day.



“I was hoping you didn’t have any plans. I’d like to spend more time with you. That is if you don’t have any plans of your own.”



Rewarding him with a smile, she said, “I’m all yours for the day.”



Tilting his head to the side, he gave her a lazy grin. “And what about tonight?”



Karen shook her head. Coyly, she told him, “We’ll see.”





The following morning, Karen had awakened in her own bed with Dom beside her. The previous night was spent with more mind blowing lovemaking. She had pouted when he told her he had to go into the office to work on an upcoming project. “Not fair.” She wanted to spend every moment with him alone. Before long the holiday break would be over, the kids would be back home, and she would resume her nights of being alone in bed. What in the world was she going to do? The last two nights were like nothing she’d ever experienced. A part of her felt cheated. She had never shared such intimacy with Gregory. It just wasn’t the sex either. Sure the sex was fantastic. But it was the way he held her after they made love, telling her how beautiful and special she was. It was lying in the dark talking about nothing and everything until falling asleep. It was about him sharing his dreams for the future with her. When life got back to normal she was going to have to suck it up and wait for their next opportunity to be alone. Whenever that’ll be, she mused.