Page 177 of Indecent Obsession
He chuckles and leans in. “Can you blame me? I’ve been hard for you since I saw you in this dress. If I thought we wouldn’t be missed, I’d drag you off and show you exactly what I think of you in this dress and those diamonds. But it will have to wait until we get back to your place.”
His cheek brushes mine as he pulls back. A little sigh escapes me. I didn’t know what I wanted before him. Before Finn. Before Dante. I knew I wanted Wyatt, but I don’t know that I could ever be satisfied with just one of them.
Maybe I could. If I had to give them up, keeping Drew wouldn’t be the worst thing. I’d miss the others. My gaze finds Dante’s. He’s watching me even while he talks to Noah. He gives me a look that seems to ask if I’m all right.
I nod slightly. There’s something about each of them that I want in my life. It’s not all physical.
Madison is commenting on Nancy’s dress and I tune back in until the dinner bell rings and the lights flash. Drew turns to lead me into the dining room.
Our table isn’t right next to Madison’s, but it’s close enough that I can see her and Kayla. The last time I went to a benefit, I was at that table talking with Noah. We could talk for hours about books and stuff. We were dancing when Dante came and stole me off the dance floor.
Had I been getting to Wyatt? Now that I know Wyatt wanted me all along, it’s making me go back through our past interactions.
Dante sits on my other side. I lean over to him and ask, “When you’d drag me out of an event, was it for my benefit or Wyatt’s?”
Dante clears his throat and turns to search my eyes. “We can discuss this at home, pip.”
My lips press together. Yeah, that’s what I thought. I was the thing that Wyatt needed handled and Dante stepped in to do that. Hell, Dante even hid the camera for Wyatt.
I don’t know what to think right now. The fundraiser brought it up again, but I don’t think any of it really matters in the long run. We’re not in a typical relationship. There won’t be any falling in love or growing together as a group. My insides wither a little.
Dante’s brows furrow. “You okay?”
Concern lingers in his eyes. He takes care of me in a lot of ways. I’m sure the Wyatt thing was probably for both of our sakes. It just hurts now remembering.
I release my breath slowly. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Dante wants to touch me, to comfort me, but if he does, I’ll be in his arms, kissing him, and that can’t happen. I turn my back on him, knowing it’s for the best.
Drew tips my chin and searches my eyes. He places a soft kiss on my lips and I smile.
“You looked like you needed that,” he murmurs.
“Thank you.”
His brown eyes smile at me before he straightens. “I haven’t told you about the mishap at the factory.”
Wine and the salad course are served and everyone talks with their dates. Drew tells me a long story about how two patterns got sent for the wrong color scheme. I glance Finn and Olivia’s way. Olivia leans in close to Finn while he gives her his most flirty smile. From all appearances, he’s into her.
A crack opens in my heart, but then he lifts his gaze to mine. His look shifts to longing and want and a desire neither of us can deny, filling that crack in.
My insides tighten and my skin heats. I dip my head and return my attention to Drew.
“I’m not going to be offended that you tuned me out,” Drew leans in to say. His grin is full of mischief. “I figured you’d need time to come to terms with the others.”
Cupping his jaw, I press my forehead against his, breathing in his spicy cologne. “I’m sorry. I’m not the most attentive date.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure I’ll have all your attention later when it matters.”
“I’ve enjoyed all our dates,” I say softly. “You’ve made each one memorable. I’ve never had anything like that before.”
“A date with someone you want to fuck is definitely a step in the right direction.” He leans back in his chair as the servers come around to collect our plates and put down the next course.
Nancy catches my attention and leans toward Dante with a smile. “How do you know Kayla?”
“We’ve been friends since we went to a benefit together.” I glance toward their table and my insides soften. “It’s nice to have friends again.”
Dante touches my knee and my gaze collides with his. I don’t know how well we’re hiding what we feel for each other from everyone else. Because there’s something more than sex between us. Something more than just heat.
