Page 36 of My Boyfriend Bites

A cruise line employee entered, rolling in a stainless-steel trolley enclosed on the bottom. “Evening, madam and sir, I am Larry, your mini chef for the evening. If you’ll have a seat, we’ll get started with your meal.”

Selene had never had this kind of personalized service. The lobster bisque proved delicious, heated over a brazier that Larry whipped out from his trolley.

While they spooned the creamy soup—Dante appearing to savor each mouthful—Larry prepared a Caesar salad from scratch, the redolent garlic making her salivate. Dante ate everything she did, soup, salad, the asparagus wrapped in prosciutto, the steak—blue, AKA barely singed on the outside—and then the finale. Larry whipped out strawberries and whipped cream, leaving them on the table before taking his leave.

Selene dipped a red berry and slid it between her lips, sucking the cream off before biting. Dante didn’t touch the fruit, his stare intent on her.

“That was delicious,” Selene declared, grabbing another.

“Without a doubt, one of my finest meals, although it could be the company,” he complimented.

“You might have a point there. You’re the first guy who didn’t throw a fit that I like to eat my steak almost completely rare.”

“You’re the first woman who hasn’t grimaced that I like mine that way too.”

“My whole family except for mom likes our meat like that. My brother, Ares, likes to joke, just knock off the antlers and slap it on a plate.”

Dante’s lips curved. “I look forward to meeting your family.”

She arched a brow. “What makes you think you will?”

“Because now that we’ve found each other, I see no reason for us to be apart.”

“Pretty bold thing to say.” Exciting, too, judging by her thumping heart.

“Bold is me telling you to come here.” He pushed his seat away from the table and patted his lap.

“Why would I do that?”

“So I can kiss you.”

“Why don’t you come here and kiss me?” she countered.

He immediately rose and loomed over her for a second before crouching. “I will kiss you anywhere you like.” With that, he leaned in to press his mouth to hers.

A shiver went through her at the contact. She moaned and cupped his head, tasting his lips, the scent of him enveloping her.

He stood and grabbed her hand, drawing Selene to her feet. “Shall we dance?”

Light music played, and he tucked her close to him, his hand splayed across her lower back, the other grasping her fingers as he led them into a slow waltz.

When the tempo shifted with a new song, so did his style of dancing. He spun her from him before rolling her close. Soon she laughed and gyrated as they boogied to some tunes, the sexual tension still simmering but, at the same time, relaxed.

She smiled as he put her at ease. She’d spent the day imagining what would happen and this didn’t come close.

When he spun her to his chest and dipped for a kiss, it proved fleeting before the music drove them apart again. Only to join up for a spooning dancing with her buttocks grinding into him, while his lips nuzzled at her hair.

She turned and plastered her mouth to his, hearing him hum in pleasure.

A pleasure she felt but that also came with a shivering growl. To her surprise, each time she felt herself getting too close to theedge with her wolf, he pulled away, suddenly dancing or taking a swig from the glass he kept full on the table.

Selene appreciated it, even as she knew he didn’t do it on purpose to keep her wolf in check. He had no idea why she had to be careful. Why she had to take things slow.

What sucked? She didn’t want to go slow.

On his next teasing kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. Kept her mouth and body plastered to him. Tasting, enjoying, craving.

His hands grabbed at her ass, and he uttered a sound, half groan, half growl.

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