Page 78 of His Wild Seduction

“Sorry. I’m acting like a beast,” I murmured, suddenly ashamed of myself for coming at her like a beast.

“I’m not sorry. I guess that means you like the dress,” she said.

Meredith’s emerald eyes glittered mischievously as she blinked her long lashes at me.

“Like it? You look delicious, Wife,” I growled.

She looked like a goddess.

She looked like mine.

“Really?” she asked.

I picked up a tiny note of doubt in her voice, and I frowned. I wasn’t having any of that, I cupped her cheeks in my hands.

“Meredith, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice soft and breathy. “It would be a shame to waste it. I mean, you did buy it so I could wear it out tonight to meet your friends, didn’t you?”

“I did,” I relented.

“Good. Shall we go then?”

“Yes. We’ll go. Give me a moment,” I said, and went to change my suit.

It took seven minutes, but it was worth it when I exited the bedroom and found Meredith unable to look away.

“I thought I would wear something new, too,” I said, smirking at the way her gaze traveled up and down my form.

I was a fit man. The perfectly tailored suit only enhanced my physique, and the black color matched her accessories perfectly.

“You’re always in black,” she commented.

The breathy quality of her voice told me it wasn’t a criticism. It was true. I did favor dark colors.

Black, mostly. But that was a force of habit.

You couldn’t really get blood and other bodily fluids out of many others. So black was as much a necessity as it was a fashion statement.

“You’re my color,” I said, pausing to take her hand.

My breath caught at the verity of that statement.

Meredith, with her milky white skin and her flaming red hair, with her emerald fire eyes, and penchant for wearing pink.

She was the color in my world.

Without her, I’d been living in the shadows. A half-life. A broken one. A near dead thing.

But I had her back now. And with her, she brought the sunshine.

She brought life.

I kissed her knuckles, catching the surprised grin on her face, and fuck, but it warmed me.

Silently, I held her hand the whole way down to the garage and the waiting SUV, contemplating the very real possibility that I was head over heels for my wife.

I’m in love with her.

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