Page 31 of Savage Knight
“May I have this dance?”
For a moment, she looked from him to his hand and back, and then as if coming out of a trance she took hold.Pulling her in close, he wrapped an arm around her lower back as they swayed to the music.
“You have the most beautiful eyes,” he murmured.
“Central heterochromia,” she replied.“They’re called sunflower eyes.I would’ve been burned at the stake three hundred years ago.”
“Yay for progress.”
Evren maneuvered them around the island, and pulled her further into his embrace.Hesitantly, she lowered her head to his chest.This was a profound moment because she basically told him she now trusted him.Closing his eyes, the world faded away.This is nice, he thought.I could get used to this.
They danced until the song ended, then slowly, they pulled apart.She looked at him with luminous eyes, and his soul recognized the unbelievable chemistry pulling him toward her.He glanced at her lips, wanting to taste them again.So, he did just that.
All coherent thought fled as his mouth settled on hers.At first, a mere caress that had sparks shooting up and down his spine.His tongue grazed the seam of her mouth seeking entrance, and with a moan, she gave him access.Almost immediately, he knew this wasn’t an ordinary kiss.This was something far different from all the kisses in his past.Sexy.Sensual.Damn fucking addictive.His heart thundered in his chest and fire zinged through his blood.Wrapping his arm around her lower back, he pulled her close and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck.
When they broke for air, he leaned his forehead against hers as he willed his ardor to cool.Fucking hell, this woman was getting deeper and deeper under his skin.
“Wow,” she murmured.
“Understatement of the year.”
She giggled, which caused her eyes to widen with shock.As if she never giggled before.Maybe she hadn’t, if one believed her story, and he believed that she believed.
“Um, dinner is ready,” she said quietly.
He pulled back and stared down at her.“All right.”
She bent her head, nodding, leading the way to the dining room.Two plates waited, with what smelled like curry.He stood behind her chair and pulled it out, waiting for her to sit so he could help push it in, but Lowen blinked up at him, clearly confused.
“Come,” he encouraged.“Sit.”
“Oh,” she said, sounding startled.“But ...but ...you’re supposed to sit first.”
“Is that what your not-husband told you?Made you sit last?”
“Among other things,” she replied sourly.
“Well, he’s not here and you never have to worry about him ever again.So, please.Sit.Enjoy this amazing food you’ve created.”
Slowly, she sat and he slid her forward to the table.When he joined her, they ate in comfortable companionship.When they were done, he gathered the dishes and took them into the kitchen.Lowen hovered and kept throwing suspicious glances his way, waiting for him to snap at her to clean up—but he didn’t.Once the dishwasher was on, he held out his hand and she glanced at it before taking hold.He smiled at her and led her back into the living room, where they relaxed on the couch.
He turned his body to face her.“Have any questions about tomorrow?”
“No,” she replied.“I’ve never been to Canada.I’ve never been anywhere.It’s going to be weird leaving Nevada.”
“Not even on your honeymoon?”
She gave a derisive snort.“Scias wasn’t really into vacations.Besides, I never wanted to be secluded with him.”
Something flashed over her face, and he hazarded a guess it was a poisonous memory that had scarred her soul.
“What happened?”
Lowen lowered her head, trying to hide.He used his finger to lift her chin.Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.
“He can’t hurt you anymore,” he murmured.
“The pain he inflicted will haunt me for the rest of my life,” she said, taking a deep breath as she blinked the tears away.“My body might not have the scars anymore, but my mind still does.”
