Page 82 of Big Dick Energy

“You called him a testosterone-poisoned man-child.”

“I stand by that assessment.” Davina's hand was still in mine. “But I've discovered I'm apparently attracted to testosterone-poisoned man-children. The heart wants what it wants.”

“The heart,” Delilah repeated flatly.

“And other organs,” I added helpfully.

Davina elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.

“What? I'm just saying, the chemistry was…”

“Dallas.”

“...immediately apparent from our very first…”

“DALLAS.”

Karen let out a yowl that sounded distinctly like for the love of God, stop talking, and Ricky started barking at nothing, apparently deciding the tension in the room required an auditory response.

Delilah watched the chaos unfold with an expression I couldn't quite read. “Show me,” she said.

We both froze.

“Show you what?” Davina asked carefully.

“Show me you're in love. Kiss. Right now. Like you mean it.”

Oh.

Oh.

Davina's eyes met mine, and I saw the flicker of panic there. We'd kissed before, last night, this morning, multiple times in between, but that had been private. Real. This was performance, and somehow that made it feel more dangerous.

“Dee, that's ridiculous…” Davina started.

“Is it? Because if you're really as in love as you claim, it shouldn't be difficult.” Delilah's smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “Unless there's a reason you don't want to kiss your husband in front of your sister?”

I stepped closer to Davina, cupping her face in my hands. Her skin was warm under my palms, her pulse fluttering rapidly at her throat.

“Okay?” I murmured, low enough that only she could hear.

She nodded, almost imperceptibly.

I kissed her.

It wasn’t a performance kiss. It was slow and thorough, with every ounce of genuine feeling that had been building within me since the moment I'd woken up with her in my arms.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer. She made that small sound, the one that drove me crazy. When I finally pulled back, her eyes were dazed, her lips swollen, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I agreed, stunned by my own response.

We'd both forgotten Delilah was there until she cleared her throat.

“Okay.” Delilah’s voice was different now. “That was... convincing.”

I kept my arm around Davina's waist, partly for the performance and partly because I wasn't sure my legs would hold me up otherwise. “Told you.”