Page 49 of Captive Union
“A date? Really? Like … leave the house?”
He nods. “I think it’s time. I know keeping you inside forever won’t help our marriage. I want to treat you by taking you somewhere nice tonight.”
I smile wider than I have the entire time I’ve been here. “You’re trusting me with this.”
Erik reaches over and clasps my hand in his. “I do trust you.”
“And what if Maxim finds us?”
His gaze darkens but not from lust this time. “He’ll have to realize that you’re mine now, and you’re not going anywhere.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It’s not. But I know a restaurant we can go to that Maxim has never frequented. It’s in Irish territory.”
“So he never goes over there,” I murmur.
“Exactly.”
“But since you worked with the Irish before, won’t he be looking in those areas?”
“He can only push his luck so far. If he were to go into Irish territory too many times, they might not appreciate that.”
I squeeze his hand back. “So we’re really doing this? Going out on a date like a normal couple?”
“Yes.”
A sudden squeal comes out of me. I’m practically bouncing in my seat.
Erik chuckles. “If I’d known you’d be this excited, I would have done it sooner. Now finish your breakfast. I want you again.”
My legs clamp together. So much for eating.
After another fruitful time in the bedroom, evening arrives, and it’s time for our date.
I’m so excited that I can’t stop moving around. Erik lays out the dress he wants me to wear—another red ensemble.
“You like me in red,” I comment after I put the dress on, and Erik scans me up and down.
“Maybe we skip the date and go straight for dessert,” he growls, wrapping his arms around me and planting a kiss on my neck.
“While that sounds nice, I really want to get out and go on this date.”
He sighs, giving my neck one more kiss. “Fine. You’re right. You’ve more than earned this.”
“You’re damn straight,” I tease.
Erik quirks an eyebrow. “Language, Mrs. Novikoff. When I said bolder, I didn’t mean that.”
“You like it.”
“Mmm,” he growls. “I do.” He kisses me again, and it doesn’t take me long to let my body melt into his.
“Mmm, no.” I pull my lips away. “Date first. Then dessert.”
He groans. “All right.”
When we step foot outside, for a moment, I’m expecting Erik to change his mind and make sure I can never leave this house, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes my hand and guides me to the car.
