“Tell me you love me.”
Kayla bats her eyelashes slowly. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
24
Kayla
Reese has only been gone a few days, and I have to give it to Dev. He’s done everything in his power to cheer me up, including taking me out to some fancy-schmancy restaurant in Philly we had to get all dressed up for.
The place is beautiful, with its smoky-gray walls, cheetah-print rug, sleek, black wingback chairs, and huge sprays of white calla lilies.
It’s incredibly romantic, and Dev’s taking the opportunity to lay it on thick. He hasn’t taken his hands or eyes off me all night, dropping sexy compliments here and there just to see me blush.
He has a deep, dark, sensual side I’ve only seen glimpses of when we’re alone. The way he’ll hold me down when it’s just him and me. His take-charge attitude. The dominance of his tone.
Tonight, it feels as if he wants to expose more of that side.
He’s done nothing but stare at me as if he’s starving, a salacious twinkle in his electric-blue eyes. He’s acting different, and it both scares me and excites me.
The waiter places our entrées in front of us. He’s a studious man dressed in a black suit and wonderfully gay. The minute he opened his mouth to speak, I was smitten.
“Two filet Oscars with roasted asparagus and truffle mashed potatoes,” he announces proudly, as if he cooked the meals himself.
“Thank you,” Dev and I echo as two perfectly-round steaks sit covered in crab meat before us. Holy shit. If it smells this good, I can’t even imagine how it tastes. We both cut into our meat and the expression of divinity we share after we take our first bite says it all.
“Oh my God.” I can barely contain it. “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” I cover my half-full mouth, chewing slowly.
“There’s one thing that tastes better.” He winks suggestively.
I can’t keep from rolling my eyes. Everything comes back to sex with him.
“I mean it.” He places his fork on the table then slides his hand across the white tablecloth to hold mine.
“I know you do.” We lace our fingers together. We share a moment of heavy silence as Dev drinks me in. I know I look different tonight. My hair is pulled up in a tight bun, I have a ton of makeup on, and I’m wearing the sexiest pair of heels I own. I sort of feel like a dolled-up ballerina.
“Good. Do you also know how much I love you?”
“Yes,” I answer him honestly, sweetly.
“How much do you trust me?”
That’s a peculiar question.
“Entirely.” And it’s the truth. “Why?”
“Because what I want to do when we get home will take all your trust. And I need to know I have it.”
“What exactly do you want to do when we get home?”
“I want to open our relationship up. I want to expose you to a part of my life I haven’t shared with many people.”
I press my lips together to conceal my thoughts. This should be a shock to me, but it’s not. I’ve heard rumors about Dev’s tastes. And the fact that he shares me with his brother is a testament to his predilection. “I also need you to keep an open mind.”
My imagination races. “Are you going to, at least, clue me in to what I should expect?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give anything away. I want your first time to be a completely new experience with no preconceived notions.”
