Second Chance at Love (Love Conquers All) (30 page)

Karen playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Dominic.”

As they moved on to the kitchen, Karen stopped dead in her tracks. She couldn’t keep the tears from coming if she wanted to. Dom had designed the kitchen with the stainless steel appliances and center island with a hanging pot rack, exactly the way she’d described to him several weeks ago. “Dom, it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to start cooking for you in here.”

“Well you’re going to have to wait until after the honeymoon. I don’t want you lifting a finger until then.”

“Okay, whatever you say. You’re the boss.”

Dom chuckled. “No, babe. You’re the boss.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he steered her over to the left of the room through a swinging door.

Dom’s male ego soared at Karen’s gasping response. The room they’d just entered was a sunroom and breakfast room. Walking over to the wall, Dom hit a switch that automatically raised the shades between the double-pane glass windows. Peering through the window, she could see a privacy fence had been installed.

“I haven’t done anything with the backyard other than put the fencing up. I thought you might want to meet with the landscape designer to come up with something.”

For his thoughtfulness he was rewarded with a kiss. “I’d like that. Thank you.”

Dom lovingly squeezed her hand as he led her up the back staircase, bypassing the second floor to the third floor. Coming to the first room Karen smiled. The door was painted white with a beautiful script A painted in pale yellow. Stepping in, Karen felt for the light switch. Spinning around, she nearly fell to the ground. Dom was quick though as he caught her. “When did you do this?” The room was every little girl’s dream. For one thing the room was enormous. The pale yellow walls gave the room a warm, glowing feeling. The white full size sleigh bed was the room’s focal point. Matching wardrobe, vanity, dresser, and nightstand were country style in design. Karen smiled at spotting the white bird cage in the corner.

His eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. “Remember those weeks I would pick the kids up?

“Yeah?” she answered, walking over to the windows, fingering the white lacey curtains.

Hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, he made a confession. “Well, the kids would come here with me. They worked with my crew to decorate their rooms the way they wanted them.”

Feigning at being indignant, Karen put her hands on her hips. “You mean the kids knew about the house?”

Dom didn’t say a word. He just flashed her his sexiest smile. The one that had her ready to jump out of her panties. He made a mental note to do something really special for the kids for keeping his secret.

Shaking her head, she wasn’t falling for it this time. “Uh-uh, don’t. Don’t you dare smile at me like that.” Throwing her head back, she laughed. “Y’all set me up. You wait until I get my hands on those little traitors.”

Grabbing her around the waist, he kissed her neck. “You’ll do no such thing to my children. They wanted you to be surprised, too.”

Karen continued to toy with the lace curtains. She loved him being so close. She loved even more how he took possession of Ashley and Kyle, claiming them as his own. “Dom, you’re going to undo everything I’ve done. I’ll give it a month before you have those two spoiled rotten.”

Dom nibbled her earlobe. “Newsflash…they’re already spoiled rotten.”

She smugly shrugged her shoulders. It was true, she had overcompensated with some things because it had always been just the three of them. She felt she had to give them all she could to make up for being a single parent. Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she commented while, still playing with the fabric, “These curtains look familiar.”

“They should. Your mother said they used to be in your and Starr’s bedroom when you were Ashley’s age.”

“I’ll have to make sure they’re taken care of. Starr may want them some day for Sydney and Shayla’s room.”

She followed as Dom led her to Kyle’s room. His door had a red race car painted on it. Pushing the door open and flicking on the light, Karen eyes widened in amazement. All four walls were painted to resemble a race track. Some of the cars whipping around the track were three dimensional.

“Where in the world did you get that bed?” She asked as she went over to it, kneeling down to touch the tires to make sure they were real. They were.

“I used to work with this guy who designed furniture. He said he could build a bed to look like a race car.”

“He wasn’t lying either.” Karen glanced at him sideways. “How much did this bed cost?”

Dom shrugged a massive shoulder. “Not much. He owed me a favor.” He was not about to tell her he paid three grand to have the bed custom built. It would have cost five, but like he said, the guy owed him a favor.

The nightstand, dresser, wardrobe, and desk were strategically spaced around the room as not to take away from the artwork on the four walls. Karen even had to smile at the metal cage sitting on a small table. To her surprise, Kyle had turned out to be the best little pet owner.

The third room on the third floor he told her could be used as a guest room. “The kids couldn’t agree on how they wanted the bathroom up here decorated, so I told them you would help them out with it.”

Walking down the stairs to the second floor hand-in-hand, Karen joked, “Yeah, make me the bad guy.”

“Never that, baby.”

Stopping at the master bedroom suite, Dom grinned, “Are you ready?”

Excitement bubbled inside of Karen. She couldn’t wait to see what Dom had done with their bedroom. She was impressed with how he’d allowed the children to decorate their rooms.

Bobbing her head up and down, she squealed, “I’m ready.”

Slowly Dom opened the door, stepping aside to let her pass. “Oh my God!” Spinning around, she grabbed the lapels on his tux. “Dom! You did not!”

It wasn’t that the room was beautifully decorated. It wasn’t. The walls were still white and the only window treatments were white blinds. The fireplace did look cozy and inviting. Looking at the ceiling, he hadn’t even installed one of those elaborate ceiling fans to bring some elegance to the room. The children’s bedrooms had been decked out with one, giving it an extra decorative touch. It was really needed since the home had been upgraded with new heating and central air units.

What had her in utter disbelief was the Hills of Tuscany collection in Dark Rustico that she’d fell in love with at the Thomasville Furniture store in Montgomeryville, PA. Karen had literally drooled over the richly designed furniture as she caressed the massive headboard. As much as she loved it, no way could she have asked Dom to purchase such expensive furnishings. The mirror that went to the dresser was eight hundred bucks!

Dom’s hands settled on her hips. Tilting his head to the side, he gave her that sexy grin again. “I did,” he said smoothly, kissing the tip of her nose.

“But—”

He placed a finger to her lips. “But nothing. I saw the look in your eyes when you saw it on the showroom floor.” Dom chuckled. “I was getting jealous. You never rubbed my wood like that.”

Karen feigned disgust. Slapping him on the chest, she eased out of his arms and walked farther into the room. “You’re so nasty,” she threw over her shoulder. Dom didn’t miss the extra sway of her hips as she walked away.

Leaning against the doorjamb he enjoyed watching Karen as she ran her hand across the top of the dresser. He chuckled when she let out a gasp as she opened the Lucca Door Chest. The inside top section of the chest held a forty-two inch, flat screen television, DVD player and Bose stereo system.

Curiosity got the best of her as she wondered what was in the bottom three drawers in the lower section. Pulling out the first drawer, she winked at Dom. “You thought of everything.”

He gave her a rather smug nod of his head. “I do what a can.”

Karen rolled her eyes as she lifted the bed linen to her nose and smelled it.
Mmm, smells good.
He really did think of everything. The new linen had been washed and pressed.

Replacing the linen, she closed the door and didn’t bother to inspect the drawer chest, dresser or nightstands. Sashaying over to the beautifully dressed king size bed, she kicked off her high heels and eased herself up on the bed as seductively as she could, which was almost impossible since the bed was so high.

Dom smothered a chuckle as he stroked his five o’clock shadow.
Gonna need a stepstool.

The smothered chuckle evaporated as Karen began to do a slow striptease. She took her time removing her dress, sending it sailing in the air, not caring where it landed. Dom sucked in a deep breath. His manhood, swelling and painfully throbbing, begged to be buried deep inside her at how luscious she looked. The white bustier, lacey panties, garter belt and stockings were beyond sexy.

Reaching up into her hair, she maintained eye contact with Dom as she removed her hairpins. They made a pinging sound as they hit the hardwood floor. When the last pin was removed, Karen dug her hands into her hair, shaking it loose to fan across her shoulders. She must have looked some kind of wild and sexy, if the animalistic grunt coming from Dom was an indication.

How she did it? He didn’t know and didn’t care. With the ease of a professional she removed the bustier hook by hook. She released a naughty giggle as she threw the lingerie in his direction. He couldn’t move to catch it from fear he might hurt himself if he did so.

“Don’t,” he demanded in a deep, rough voice raw with need as her hand landed on the edge of her panties. Pushing himself from against the doorjamb, he shed his clothing.

Karen’s heart began to pound in her chest as he took long, smooth strides across the room. Every muscle in his body flexed as he moved.
Oh, this man is so beautiful. Just look at him.
Her mouth went dry when her eyes traveled south, taking in his proudly erect manhood.

Climbing on the bed behind her, he grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck. Karen gasped in surprise when he gently yanked it back, exposing her throat. She let out a long moan as his tongue licked from the base of her throat to the tip of her chin. “Dom,” she moaned when he tongue glided up her jaw, taking a slow dip in her ear.

Karen’s hand slid up a muscled thigh, settling on the tip of his engorged manhood. At the same time she began caressing him from tip to base, Dom lunged his tongue deep into her mouth. The kiss was all consuming: pushing, pulling, taking and giving.

While one of his hands held her in place, right where he wanted her, the other hand stroked her nipples bringing them to a hard pebble. Needing to taste her, he released his hold on her long enough to maneuver their bodies so she was positioned straddling his lap, giving him perfect access to her breasts.

Taking advantage of the change in position, Karen deftly pulled her panties to the side. Raising up her hips, she gazed into Dom’s eyes as she positioned her pulsating opening over his thick, swollen tip. “I love you,” she whispered, throwing her head back as she slowly impaled herself with his throbbing manhood.

Dom grunted, hips thrusting forward, lost in his tight haven. “I love you too, baby.” Latching onto a nipple, he gently suckled, nibbled and licked, going from one breast to the other as he let Karen have control. They played a sensual game as they made love. As she rode him with slow, measured, fluid movements, going up and down, rotating her hips from the left than to the right, his mouth matched her movements. The suckling, nibbling and licking was gentle. When she sped things up, so did he, which she loved. The pulling and tugging only fueled her fire. Now she was bucking wildly, riding him for everything they were both worth. Dom snaked a muscled arm around her waist to keep her from coming off his lap.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Karen further pushed a breast into his mouth. She let out a scream, teetering between that thin line of pleasure and pain as Dom’s mouth, tongue and teeth sensually punished her breast. Pushing him back, she popped her left breast out his mouth only to wrap her arms around his neck again while shoving in the right breast.

The trembling in her thighs intensified and a flash of light lit up behind her eyelids, causing her to hold Dom’s head in place at her breast. The light burst into a gazillion fragments at the feel of Dom’s teeth clamping down on her nipple sent an explosion to detonate between her legs.

Karen wanted to scream, but the earth-shattering orgasm paralyzed her vocal cords. She was still violently trembling when Dom withdrew, flipped her over and tore the garter belt, panties and stockings from her body. She felt like a limp rag when he got between her legs, spreading them, putting each one over her shoulders before sinking deep inside.