Tempted by Her Innocent Kiss - Maya Banks Page 0,2
while I was gone to collect you.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You’re horribly old-fashioned, Dev. There was no reason to collect me if we were spending the evening at your apartment. I could have gotten a cab or had my father’s driver run me over.”
He blinked in surprise. Old-fashioned? He’d been accused of a lot of things, but never of being old-fashioned. Then he scowled.
“A man should see to his woman’s needs. All of them. It was my pleasure to pick you up.”
Her cheeks pinkened in the candlelight, and her eyes shone like he’d just handed her the keys to a brand-new car.
“Am I?” she asked huskily.
He cocked his head to the side as he set his wineglass down. “Are you what?”
“Your woman.”
Something unfurled inside him. He wouldn’t have considered himself a possessive man, but now that he’d decided that she would be his wife, he discovered he felt very possessive where she was concerned.
“Yes,” he said softly. “And before the night is over, you’ll have no doubts that you belong to me.”
A full body shiver took over Ashley. How was she supposed to concentrate on dinner after a statement like that? Devon stared at her across the table like he was going to pounce at any moment.
He had the most arresting eyes. Not really brown, but a warm shade of amber. In the sunlight they looked golden and in the candlelight they looked like a mountain lion’s. She felt like prey, but it was a delicious feeling, not at all threatening. She’d been waiting for the moment when Devon would take their relationship a step further.
She’d longed for it and dreaded it with equal intensity. How could she possibly keep pace with a man who could seduce a woman with nothing more than a touch and a glance?
He’d been a consummate gentleman during the time they’d been dating. At first he’d only given her gentle, nonthreatening kisses, but over time they’d become more passionate and she’d gotten a glimpse of the powerfully sensual man under the protective armor.
She had a feeling that once those layers were peeled back, the man behind them was ferocious, possessive and…savage.
Another shiver overtook her at the direction of her thoughts. They were fanciful, yes, but she truly believed her assessment. Would she find out tonight? Did he plan to make her his?
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Devon prompted.
She stared down at her plate again. What was it anyway? She wasn’t sure she could eat a bite. Her mouth felt as if it was full of sawdust, and her entire body trembled with anticipation.
She moved the shrimp with her fork so that it gathered some of the sauce and slowly raised it to her lips.
“You aren’t a vegetarian, are you?”
She laughed at the look on his face, as if the idea had just occurred to him.
“Tell me I haven’t been serving you food you won’t eat all this time,” Devon said with a grimace. “You would have said something, wouldn’t you have?”
She put the shrimp into her mouth and chewed as she put the fork down. When she’d swallowed she reached over to touch his hand.
“You worry too much. I would have told you if I was a vegetarian. A lot of people assume since I’m so active in my animal rescue organization that I refuse to eat meat of any kind.”
The relief on his face made her laugh again.
“I’ll eat chicken and most seafood. I’m not crazy about pork or the more uppity stuff like veal, foie gras and stuff like that.”
A shudder worked over her shoulders.
“There’s something about eating duck liver that just turns my stomach.”
Devon chuckled. “It’s actually quite good. Have you tried it?”
She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Sorry. I have a thing about eating any sort of innard.”
“Ah, so no cow’s tongue for you then.”
She held up her hands and shook her head back and forth. “Don’t say it. Just don’t say it. That’s beyond disgusting.”
“I’ll make a note of your food preferences so that I never serve you animal guts,” he said solemnly.
She grinned over at him. “You know, Devon, you’re not as stiff as everyone thinks you are. You actually have quite a sense of humor.”
One finely arched eyebrow shot upward. “Stiff? Who thinks I’m stiff?”
Realizing she’d put her foot solidly in her mouth, she stuffed another shrimp in to keep the foot company.
“Nobody,” she mumbled around her food. “Forget I said anything.”
“Has someone been warning you off of me?”
The sudden tension in his voice sent a prickle of