She whimpered. She remembered it too. Better than he knew. “Kane that was—”
“You. The you that you try to hide. You’re a sensual woman, Daniella. I loved having my tongue inside you. I loved having my cock inside you. But more than that, I loved seeing that side of you.”
“Why?”
“It’s who you really are. Don’t hide behind your glasses,” he said, pulling away the glasses and shoving them in his shirt pocket. “Don’t hide the beauty we both know lies beneath your clothes.”
No man had ever spoken of her body in that way. No man had ever made her feel as if she was absolutely perfect as she was. Kane and Blake did that. It was why she was having a hard time keeping her feelings at bay. They were catering to the insecure woman inside her. The one who hated to hear men tell her she needed to drop the pounds or cover her body because she had too many curves.
“Come,” he said, pulling her down on the blanket with all the cushions. He opened containers of salad, grilled chicken, fruit, cheese, cookies and cakes. He filled her plate with food and handed it over with a napkin and a fork.
She stared at the food in awe. “Did you cook this?”
He nodded, reaching for a bottle of wine and two crystal wine glasses. “Yes.”
That was it. Just yes. No boasting about how hard he’d worked making a meal for her or even telling her she was lucky he’d cooked at all instead of getting takeout or having her eating burgers. Kane was a man that treated her better than any other had that had already gotten into her pants yet.
“You did a great job. I had no idea you knew how to cook.” She ate slowly, enjoying the selection of items on her plate.
He shrugged and handed her a glass of wine before sipping his own. “My mom was home cooking many hours of the day when I was young, and I told her I wanted to help her do it.”
She raised her brows. “With your father being an Alpha, didn’t that cause problems?”
He shook his head and licked his lips. She forgot all about the food on her plate. “My dad was an Alpha, but he was also part of the Alpha Triad with his Omega and my mom. His Omega helped center him, and kept him from making decisions that would hurt my mother or our family. Not to mention our pack.”
She thought about what he said for a moment. “Is that how it will be with you, Blake and your mate?”
The smile dropped from his lips. “Yes. Our mate will have both sides of our personalities. Once mated, a link forms between the three of us. It’s why not just any woman will do.”
She blinked. Wow. That sounded harder than finding true love. People found that all the time. Then they divorced it a few years later. “How do you know if you’ve found the right woman?” She stopped eating, put the plate to the side and took a sip of her wine.
He leaned forward, his open collar pressed against his chest and showed off a hint of the muscles hidden beneath. That body. He was going to drive her crazy soon from wanting to see him with the shirt off.
“We’ll know we’ve found the right woman…” he said, curling his hands around her waist and setting her on his lap like she weighed no more than a feather. “When both of us and our animals feel a connection to her.”
She wiggled on his lap, feeling the hardness of his erection pressing against her ass and turning her throat dry even as she drank wine. “You mean to tell me both of you and your inner beasts have to want the woman?”
“Not just want her.” He pushed the hair blowing across her face over her shoulder. “We have to feel some kind of deep meaningful connection. More than sexual chemistry.”
She met his gaze, losing herself in the pool of gold in his eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s a feeling. Like you’ve finally come home.”
She sighed. Her heartbeat tripped in her chest.
He leaned in to her. “The thing is, Little Red. I’m already home.”
Oxygen punched in and out of her lungs. Desire thickened her blood to the consistency of molasses. Lord, how could she survive the rest of this meal without doing something stupid like asking him to eat her instead? She didn’t get a chance to ponder that question too much. Once their lips met, everything else flew out of her mind.
He kissed her softly. Tentatively. Almost as if giving her a chance to back away. She put the wine glass down, not caring if the thing spilled over. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and turned over to straddle him, placing her legs on either side of him and rocking over his cock. Her pussy ached with need and desperation.
She rubbed her palms over his chest. He was hard. She wanted so badly to touch the warm flesh hidden by the soft material. She tugged at the buttons, jerking until the shirt flew open. The moment her fingers touched his skin, she knew what he’d meant about feeling like being home. Both he and Kane had given her that feeling of perfect connection. Not just with the way they touched her body and made her go up in flames, but from the looks, the touches and the words that somehow hit a deep cord inside her.