Page 92 of Dark Angel
“Save room for dessert,” Caroline added.
“I would skip dinner and go right to dessert,” Gabriel murmured as he sidled close behind Halston in the buffet line.
A shock of desire pounded through her and she breathed deep to steady herself.
“We should serve dessert first like Mom does,” Sydney said.
“Have you met Kathrine and Mark Austin?” Gabriel asked Halston as she placed a piece of sliced tenderloin on her plate.
“Yes, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen them,” Halston replied. “You?”
“I know them,” Gabriel said before he leaned close and whispered, “You’re gorgeous without the disguise.”
She turned back, her enlarged pupils darkening her light eyes. “When doesyourdisguise come off?”
He smiled. Halston Devereux was a force of nature.
As she set a serving of insalata caprese on her plate, Gabriel stepped dangerously close and curled his fingers around her waist. A whisper-soft moan escaped her lips.
“Profumi di fiori selvatici dopo una pioggia primaverile,” he murmured.You smell of wildflowers after a spring rain.
Turning toward him, she whispered, “Sei guai, pericolo e tutto ciò da cui dovrei stare alla larga.”You're trouble and danger and everything I should stay away from.
“Will you?” he asked.
She peered into his eyes, glanced at his sexy mouth, then back into his eyes. “No, I won’t.”
As they made their way around the buffet, she couldn’t help but sneak peaks at him. Yes, he was handsome, but it was the intensity in his eyes paired with his cut jawline and scruffy facial hair that sent her pulse racing. He looked wild and wicked… and perfect.
I could eat him alive.
Another hit of lust surged through her.
She watched with keen interest when he spooned garlic potatoes onto his plate. There was something about his hands. They were large with a smattering of dark hair. He looked like a man, smelled like one too.
And best of all… he fucks like one.
A growl shot out of her.
“Posso aiutarti in questo,”I can help with that.
“Non vedo l'ora,” she whispered.I look forward to it.
Her thoughts jumped to him on her, their bodies moving as one between the sheets. A surge of adrenaline had her biting back a moan.
When they made their way to the expanded dining room table, Caroline said, “Halston, come sit next to me.”
Gabriel found a seat directly across the table from her.
Perfect.
When she peered over at him, he was waiting, his ravenous gaze making her squirm in her chair.
Teddy—sitting at the head—raised his glass. “To family. The ones we’re born into and the ones we make.”
Cheers all around.
“I love New Year’s Eve,” Sydney said from the other side of the gray oak table. “We can reflect on what went well, where we fell short. I love tonight. We’re filled with hope for the New Year.”
