Page 201 of Knight’s Retribution

He had to lock his knees at the sight of her. That dress. That fucking hot, sexy-as-fuck dress. It had nearly killed him the first time he’d seen her in it, and he was close to going into a full-blown cardiac arrest now. His blood pumped thickly through his veins as he tracked her, yes tracked her. His demon rolled over and purred, while Rocco’s heart beat a million miles a minute.

“Fuck, Ky….” His voice stalled out as she got closer, just trailing off as his brain struggled to remember what fucking words were. He ate her up from her sex-kitten shoes to her gorgeous hair and back again.

She stopped in front of him, and her scent drifted up, surrounding him, and he felt fucking weak. Yep, there went his knees again, trying to buckle under him.

“Hey,” she said.

Somehow, he stopped himself from lifting her off her feet, planting her ass on the table behind them, and taking her right there. “You look…Christ, beautiful.”

I will not fuck her before dinner. I will not fuck her before dinner.

Tonight was supposed to be special, and he was determined to stick to his plan, despite how that red dress had thrown him off his game plan completely.

She flushed prettily. “Thanks.”

You are so screwed.

Clearing his throat, he motioned to the table. Then putting his hand on her lower back, he guided her to her seat and barely resisted dropping his palm to her round ass swaying under the soft, clingy fabric.

She sat, and he did the same in the seat beside her. He poured her a glass of wine and took the covers off the food.

“Wow, this looks amazing.”

He watched as she took a sip of her wine, the red liquid damping her lips, and he licked his own. She draped a napkin over her lap, and his gaze dropped to her hands as she lifted the cutlery—

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me eat?”

He wasn’t hungry anymore, not for food, anyway. He had no idea how the food looked, all he could see was her. “Yes,” he said.

She giggled, and he caught her mouth, tasting that sound, her happiness.

“I’m only going to eat if you do too,” she said against his lips.

He forced himself to lift his head and pick up his cutlery, because his mate not eating wasn’t something he could tolerate. He sliced off a piece of steak and popped it in his mouth and grinned. “Better?”

“Much,” she said, trying not to laugh as she started eating as well.

Rocco watched her the whole time, somehow managing to eat his own meal without even looking at it.

She glanced at him. “You really like watching me eat, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

She giggled a second time, and he forced himself not to kiss her again, because that would slow down the eating, which would also slow down them getting to the part where he got to strip her out of that dress.

“So what’s special about tonight?” she asked. “Why are we up here?” She looked up at the starry sky. “It’s beautiful, by the way.”

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you.”

She took another sip of her wine and put down her glass. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

His chair scraped as he moved closer to her, unable to stop himself. And why the fuck should he? “The reason we’re doing this, Ky, is I wanted to give you the night I’d planned to give you when I told you what you are, what I was, that we were meant to be together.”

She put down her knife and fork, and he did the same when she took one of his hands in hers, so small in comparison, so soft. “You were going to bring me up here?”

He nodded and turned his hand to clasp hers and lifted it to his mouth, kissing the inside of her wrist. “I was going to bring you up here after we had dinner at a nice restaurant, and tell you how special you are, and that I wanted to spend an eternity with you.”

Her eyes were glistening, and she leaned in and kissed his hand as well. “And then what?”