Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted #2) - Shayla Black Page 0,90
never actually taken you on a date. How about dinner, pretty girl?”
Brea giggled. “We really did everything completely out of order.”
“It’s my fault. Feel free to blame me.”
She knew she’d had a hand in all this, too, but she liked to tease him. “Careful, or I’ll decide everything in our married life will be your fault.”
“It probably will be.” As she laughed, he pressed her. “But seriously, dinner?”
“Sure.”
They decided to try out a new bar and grill that had a little bit of everything on their menu.
“Want me to pick you up?”
“Where are you now?” she asked.
“Sitting at their bar.”
Was he silly? “Then there’s no point in you coming all the way back here. I’ll just meet you there. It shouldn’t take me more than twenty minutes.”
“Okay, that gives me time to run a quick errand down the street and grab a table.”
Brea grabbed her purse and her car keys. “See you shortly.”
“Can’t wait.”
She hung up, texted her father that she’d be back by seven and to please be home, then she hopped into her car. When she arrived at the restaurant, Pierce stood waiting for her inside the foyer.
A giant smile crossed her face when their eyes met. “Hi.”
How amazing would it be to come home to his face every day? To wake up to his face every morning? To peer into his face every time he made love to her? Her smile widened, and she knew she probably looked sappy and lovesick. She didn’t care.
Pierce had changed her life.
He was even less shy about showing everyone his feelings. He simply pulled her into his arms and dropped a long kiss on her mouth that was so passionate her toes curled inside her espadrilles.
He gave her tongue one last stroke and reluctantly pulled away. “Hi. I wanted to do that earlier, on your front porch. But with all the ladies looking on…”
“Probably not the best idea,” she agreed.
A hostess cleared her throat. “Your table is ready. If you’ll follow me…”
Pierce stepped back to let Brea go first, like a good gentleman. She ignored the gaping of a sad Hispanic woman who had just walked in and trailed the hostess through the dim restaurant. He dropped his hot palm on the small of her back all the way to a booth in one dark corner. She sat and slid in on one side. Instead of sitting on the other, Pierce plopped next to her, nudging her almost against the wall, his big body pressed against hers from shoulder to knee.
She shivered. “What are you doing?”
“Being as close as possible so I can kiss you whenever I want. And touch your pussy. That’s important, too.” He winked.
Fire scalded her blood, battling her embarrassment. “You can’t do that here.”
“Why not? I’ll keep it under the table. No one but us will know. Well, unless you scream.”
With him touching her, chances were high that she would. Brea blushed.
It was impossible to tell from his grin if he was serious.
“Do I have to set ground rules? No touching my private parts in public.”
“Ah, c’mon. I probably won’t get to touch you later tonight. Don’t take one of my favorite toys from me.”
“My girl bits are not a toy.”
“But I love to play with them.” His black eyes danced as he leaned in to brush kisses along her neck. And then he dropped a hand on her thigh.
Apparently he was serious.
“Welcome. My name is Miles. I’ll be your waiter tonight.” He poured them both glasses of water. “What can I get you?”
Neither of them had looked at the menu, but they quickly scanned it and ordered their meals. Miles jotted everything down, grabbed them both iced tea, then left, promising to have their drinks and food up quickly.
“So how was your meeting?” she asked.
“Not good.” He grew pensive. “The world I live in is dangerous.”
Worry twisted Brea’s belly. “I know.”
“Sometimes the innocent get dragged into it.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“I worry about you.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“You’re not in any danger I’m aware of.” He sighed. “At least not this time. But I can’t promise it won’t happen in the future, and I need you to decide if that’s something you can really handle.”
Brea had already thought this through. “I’ll be fine.” When he opened his mouth to rebut her, she carried on. “You made sure I learned skills that would keep me safe. I’m way better prepared than I was before I met you. Situational awareness.