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As if he knew what was on her mind,
Kentucky
took the role of passion watchdog. Though he kissed Giada soundly in the car, he didn’t take her as she wanted him to. When she protested, he claimed that he wanted them to slow-walk into intimacy tonight.

Accepting that, Giada made herself stay as calm as possible. That proved harder to do than expected. Especially with
Kentucky
going out of his way to entice her tonight at the corner table they shared.

From his place beside her,
Kentucky
fed Giada another bit of food from his plate. He’d been doing that off and on all night. Like before, he licked his lips when her mouth closed around his fork.

“You really have beautiful lips, you know that?”
Kentucky
said, heaping yet another compliment upon her. He’d been doing a lot of that tonight, as well.

Giada smiled up into his eyes.

Kentucky
put the fork down and traced her lips as she chewed. “Yes, full and luscious, just the way I like ’em.” He leaned over and planted a brief kiss on her lips.

Giada wished she didn’t have food in her mouth because she would have definitely deepened that kiss. She started to chew faster in hopes that he’d return to her lips again soon.

“And your skin. It’s so soft.”
Kentucky
traced a slow invisible line from her temple, past her high cheekbone, and back down to her bottom lip. “So soft. I could touch you forever.”

Giada closed her eyes at his touch. Swallowing the food in her mouth, she parted her lips and let out a sigh of contentment. There was so much love in
Kentucky
’s touch. There was so much love in his very presence.

Feeling his hand gently sweep her hair back over one shoulder, Giada knew what was coming next. She was ready, too. As soon as
Kentucky
leaned in to lick her lips, Giada pulled his tongue into her mouth.

They both moaned. The kiss instantly deepened.

One of
Kentucky
’s hands disappeared under the table, under her skirt, and between her legs.

Cupping her triangle, he gently squeezed before stroking her through her thong.

Giada moaned again. Her legs automatically parted as if
Kentucky
had said,
“Open sesame,”
in his touch.

“Sir, madam, would you like dessert now?” their waiter asked after clearing his throat didn’t break them apart.

Reluctantly withdrawing from each other, Giada and
Kentucky
promptly placed their orders.

Kentucky
’s only special request was that their desserts be served after they had a chance to partake of the restaurant’s dance floor.

“You know, this will be my first time dancing in here,” Giada said as
Kentucky
escorted her closer to where the live band was. “I’ve only come here to eat before, and none of my other dates ever wanted to dance.”

“Tonight is going to be a night of many firsts,”
Kentucky
replied with a secret smile.

Giada didn’t know what that smile was about, but she just knew she was going to love whatever he had planned for her. She always did before.

On the dance floor,
Kentucky
drew Giada into his arms and began to rhythmically move against her.

“Just follow my hips, baby,” he instructed since this was their first time slow dancing together. “The same way you do in the bedroom.”

Giada had no trouble following those instructions. “Like this, baby?” she asked, mimicking his double-pelvic-thrust-per-side rotation.

“Yes, exactly like that,”
Kentucky
whispered huskily as he pulled her closer.

“I think I like doubling up the steps like this,” Giada said, noting the differences in the way he slow danced versus all the other men she’d danced with in her life. “It helps you really feel each other, if you know what I mean.” She chuckled.

“Those six-inch heels you have on do, too,”
Kentucky
replied, referring to her stilettos. “They place you nearly pelvis to pelvis with me. I like that.”

Giada chuckled again. “I know. That’s why I bought them.”

“Do they hurt your feet?”

“Not yet. But if they start to, I’ll let you know.”

“Do that. I’ll be glad to rub your feet and anything else aching on that sexy body of yours,”
Kentucky
whispered in her ear.

Giada moaned and inched closer. She was careful to keep her hips in perfect unison with his as they grew silent and just enjoyed the music and the proximity of each other’s body.

* * * *

Unknown to either of them, Fabian was in the restaurant. He’d been paying a private investigator to spy on Giada ever since the night they dined together. That’s how he knew she’d be at this restaurant tonight.

Fabian was on the top level of the restaurant, which was why he hadn’t been noticed by Giada or
Kentucky
all evening. He could have been on the bottom level, and they still wouldn’t have noticed him. The couple had been too into each other to notice anyone else.

And I bet he was doing something to her under that table.
Fabian recalled how Giada’s face flushed when
Kentucky
’s left hand went missing from the table.

What kind of hold does he have on her?
Fabian wondered.
What is so special about him that would make her give up a guy like me?

* * * *

As if he knew he was being meditated upon so heavily,
Kentucky
’s gaze rose to the second level of the restaurant. He frowned and his body stiffened when he saw Fabian peering at them over one of the tall banisters.

How long has he been here?
Kentucky
wondered, giving Fabian a hard glare.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Giada asked. She was so in tune to his body by now that she could detect the slightest change in it.

“Nothing.”
Kentucky
forced his body to relax again. “Nothing at all,” he reiterated, determined to give Fabian a show he’d never forget.

Crisscrossing his hands behind Giada’s back,
Kentucky
slowly lowered them to her bottom and gave her a subtle squeeze. As expected, she moaned from the intimacy. As expected, Fabian looked away, red-faced with ire.

I guess you know how I felt now.
Kentucky
recalled too many times he’d watched Fabian get frisky with Giada on that boat.

“Ready for dessert?”
Kentucky
asked, abandoning any further acts of revenge. Tonight wasn’t about Fabian. Tonight was about
Kentucky
and Giada.

“I’m ready for whatever,” Giada replied, withdrawing to smile up into his eyes.

Kentucky
returned that smile, forgetting all about Fabian for sure now. They walked back to their table in a moving spoon formation with Giada directly in front of him and
Kentucky
’s arms about her waist.

During dessert, the same scenario as dinner was repeated. This time Giada fed him from both their plates.
Kentucky
’s hands remained free to roam her body at will. And roam he did.

By the time the check arrived, Giada was panting with need. Her thong was nearly drenched with passion’s dew. She was so ready for him. In fact, she looked like she was going to attack him.

Realizing the urgency of her need,
Kentucky
quickly paid the check and left a big tip for the waiter. “Let’s go upstairs to the room I reserved for us,” he said, rising to his feet.

“You reserved a room for us at
this
hotel, baby? What about your budget?” Giada practically leaped to her feet as he courteously pulled her chair from the table.

“Like you said before, sometimes you have to splurge a little. Especially on things that are important to you.”
Kentucky
gave her a heated look that was sure to create a barrage of tingles in her body.

Giada swallowed hard and moaned beneath that hot gaze.

* * * *

Giada couldn’t have been happier when
Kentucky
removed her skirt and underwear before the door to their room was barely closed. She loved the fact that his eagerness to make love was just as great as hers.

Giada greedily took
Kentucky
on full throttle as he lifted her upon his waist and buried himself as deep as he could get in her. She had no patience left. All that foreplay in the restaurant had her desperate to feel him inside of her.

Holding her up in his strong arms,
Kentucky
made love to Giada standing up, right there in the middle of the floor. He was not fast and hurried like a man lacking stamina and great physical strength. No,
Kentucky
made love to Giada very, very slowly. And his arms weren’t even shaking.

Nor were his legs showing any signs of fatigue.

Giada felt so safe in
Kentucky
’s arms. She had no fear of being dropped. She had no fear of anything when he held her. Only when he left her side for extended periods of time did her doubts return.

Doubts like: Could she really be a lawyer? Were all of her gold-digging days truly behind her? After all, she still hadn’t returned Fabian’s ticket yet. And why hadn’t she returned that ticket yet?

With no thought of those things now, Giada maintained eye contact with
Kentucky
as he continued to stroke her slowly. Every so often they would share a lingering kiss that further emptied her mind of troubling thoughts.

“I love you,” Giada whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips again.

“I love you, too,”
Kentucky
replied right before she invaded his mouth in the most sensual of ways.

When their tongues entwined this time, things got decidedly hotter between them. The pace quickened as Giada held on to his strong neck and rode him with forceful up and down strokes.

Kentucky
moaned deep in his throat. His hands squeezed her bottom tighter. His hips thrust upwards harder. They moved faster.

It.

Felt.

So.

Good.

Too
good.

Within seconds they were both going over the edge.

“Oh, Kenny. I can’t wait to have your babies!” Giada shouted in ecstasy.

* * * *