Toxic Game (GhostWalkers #15) - Christine Feehan Page 0,126

demand sent heat spiraling through his groin. “Put your knee up, sweetheart.”

Draden caught her knee himself and gently washed between her legs, reluctantly removing his seed from her. He hadn’t realized he would want to see that evidence of his possession gleaming on her thighs, or how much it would turn him on all over again. She lay looking up at him, her face soft, eyes on him, but she didn’t speak.

He took her hand, his thumb sliding over his ring on her finger. As far as he was concerned, it was the perfect ring for her. He’d wanted a fancy red diamond for her. The one he’d chosen was purplish red surrounded by small white diamonds. He would never tell her what it cost because she’d never wear it if she knew, but he’d had that vision in his head for her ring. Red matched the fire in her. On his wedding ring there was a single tiny matching diamond, because he wanted her brand on him.

The pad of his thumb moved back and forth over the ring, and all the while he looked down at it. “You happy with this choice?”

“I love it. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He tugged until she stood up. She was a little wobbly at first, and he wrapped his arm around her waist. “We need to eat.”

“I think you’re right. I’m starving, but I’m too weak to make it to the table.” She rubbed her face on his chest like a cat.

He caught her hair in his hand, crushing the silky strands into his palm. “I love you, Shylah. Thank you for marrying me. It was important to me.”

“It was to me as well.”

She looked up at him again, all wide-eyed, something close to adoration on her face. His heart stuttered in his chest. To have a woman like Shylah looking at him with that expression was almost more than a man could take. He took her mouth because he was helpless to do anything else. Around her, he was certain, he wasn’t going to have a tremendous amount of control.

He kissed her, tasting love in her kisses. Fire. Her passion for him was every bit as strong or stronger than her passion for life. She lived life large, and clearly and she loved him with that same intensity, as he loved her. Shylah didn’t hold back. She wasn’t coy or embarrassed about showing him how she felt, and that was more of a turn-on for him than anything else ever could be. She wanted him, and she let him know she did.

When he lifted his head again, his gaze blazing down into hers, she gave him that same little rub on his chest with her face, a cat purring her love. “I need to get dressed, but it feels like too much effort. I think my arms and legs have turned into spaghetti.”

“You don’t need clothes to eat dinner with me,” Draden pointed out.

She looked a little scandalized. “You want me to sit at the dinner table nude?”

“You’re wearing heels and jewelry. I don’t think you need anything else.” He grinned at her. “Are you afraid the neighbors are going to stop by unexpectedly?”

“Is this going to be a regular thing? Dinner and no clothes?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes moving over her body. He’d never get enough of looking at her. “We might lose a few dishes now and then when I sweep them on the floor and have you for dessert.”

Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “I suppose sacrificing a few dishes isn’t such a bad idea.” She took a step toward the cases he had opened. “What did Joe send us?”

He pulled out the dishes. Two beautiful white plates rimmed with gold. Crystal champagne flutes rimmed with gold. Gold silverware. A white tablecloth with golden threads woven through it. He handed it to her, and she smoothed it over the little wooden table. Her hands lingered over it.

“Draden, this is so perfect. I can’t believe you did this for us.” Tears shimmered in her eyes, and his heart clenched.

“I can’t take credit for the dinner. The team sent the rest to us.” He handed her the plates and stemware. “Which means Joe.”

The bucket of ice with the chilled champagne bottle in it he placed on the table himself. The food smelled and looked amazing. The heated plates were covered in silver warmers and Draden placed the items on the china. Prawns served in ginger and lime sauce