Chapter 29
A s Dalia and Brody lay in his bed together, he took her hand and graced it with a whisper of a kiss. “It’s been a beautiful evening, Dalia,” he rasped.
“It has. I admit, I was nervous. We sort of did things backwards – having wild sex first and then a date where we got to know one another.” She turned toward him and pulled the blue sheet up over her bare breasts.
They’d already had sex once since reaching his apartment and she figured there would be more.
But for now, because she felt so very happy, she wanted to be frivolous with him.
“Although, you were a bit fresh in the movie. Holding my hand and then kissing me right there in public. I mean, I know it was the middle of a love scene,” she teased, referring to the movie The Marrying Man .
“I know Kim Basinger and Alec Baldwin had a lot of love scenes, but you’re quite the randy fellow yourself, aren’t you?
” She ran a finger over the Celtic tattoo on his bicep.
“God, I hope so.” He nipped at her shoulder, and she threw her head back and giggled.
She cuddled into him. “Seriously, it was nice at dinner learning about your family. You know so much about me, it only seems fair.” She hadn’t told him what she’d learned that day about her birth certificate being fake, deciding to focus on him for the time being.
“Are you sure it wasn’t too much?” he asked. “All that family history that goes all the way back to Scotland. I get carried away. I’m determined to go there someday. My married brother went for his honeymoon.”
“That sounds wonderful. I’ve always heard it’s so beautiful there.” She had no idea what her heritage might be, so she changed the subject. “It’s interesting that your dad is a state trooper and your brothers are both deputies, too.”
“Aye, the old Scottish belief in justice and all that. It’s run in the family for generations. But I don’t want to talk about them anymore right now. I want to tell you that I was nervous tonight, too, for the same reasons you were.” He stroked her hair as he spoke.
Dalia reached up to run a hand through his lush mane, allowing the sheet to fall away.
He fondled her yielding breasts. She gasped in pleasure.
His hand roamed down her supple body. She returned the favor.
Instead of kissing they watched, committing to memory every inch of each other’s bodies, the low light casting evocative shadows across their aroused, moist skin.
They came together like two lovers discovering each other for the first time, savoring each touch, each reaction, each emotion. Slowly, deliciously tauntingly, they made love in a way that emblazoned a smoldering imprint in their minds forevermore.
Neither would ever forget that night.