Tempted by Her Innocent Kiss Read Free

if the idea had just occurred to him.
    “Tell me I haven’t been serving you food you won’t eat all this time,” Devon said with a grimace. “You would have said something, wouldn’t you have?” She put the shrimp into her mouth and chewed as she put the fork down. When she’d swallowed she reached over to touch his hand.
    “You worry too much. I would have told you if I was a vegetarian. A lot of people assume since I’m so active in my animal rescue organization that I refuse to eat meat of any kind.”
    The relief on his face made her laugh again.
    “I’ll eat chicken and most seafood. I’m not crazy about pork or the more uppity stuff like veal, foie gras and stuff like that.”
    A shudder worked over her shoulders.
    “There’s something about eating duck liver that just turns my stomach.”
    Devon chuckled. “It’s actually quite good. Have you tried it?”
    She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Sorry. I have a thing about eating any sort of innard.”
    “Ah, so no cow’s tongue for you then.” She held up her hands and shook her head back and forth. “Don’t say it. Just don’t say it. That’s beyond disgusting.”
    “I’ll make a note of your food preferences so that I never serve you animal guts,” he said solemnly.
    She grinned over at him. “You know, Devon, you’re not as stiff as everyone thinks you are. You actually have quite a sense of humor.”

    One finely arched eyebrow shot upward. “Stiff? Who thinks I’m stiff?”
    Realizing she’d put her foot solidly in her mouth, she stuffed another shrimp in to keep the foot company.
    “Nobody,” she mumbled around her food. “Forget I said anything.”
    “Has someone been warning you off of me?” The sudden tension in his voice sent a prickle of unease over her.
    “My family worries for me,” she said simply. “They’re very protective. Too protective,” she finished with a mutter.
    “Your family is warning you about me?” He acted as though it was the very last thing he expected. Was he so sure that her entire family was pushing for a match between them?
    “Well no, not exactly. Definitely not Daddy. He thinks you hung the moon. Mama approves but I’m sure it’s because Daddy does. She thinks he can do nothing wrong so if you have his stamp of approval you have hers.”
    He seemed to relax in his chair. “Who then?” She shrugged. “My brother wants me to be careful, but you have to understand he’s been saying the same thing about all the guys I’ve ever dated.” Again that eyebrow went up as he raised the glass of wine to his lips. “Oh?”
    “Yeah, you know, you’re a philanderer, a player.
    Different woman on your arm every week. You aren’t serious. You just want to get me into bed.” A blast of heat surged into her cheeks and she ducked her head. Stupid thing to blurt out. Stupid!
    “Sounds like a typical older brother,” Devon said blandly. “But he’s right about one thing. I do want you in my bed. The difference is, once you’re there, you’re going to stay.”
    Her lips popped into an O .
    He smiled, a lazy, self-assured smile that oozed male confidence.
    “Finish eating, Ashley. I want you to enjoy your meal.
    We’ll enjoy…each other…later.”
    She ate mechanically. She didn’t register the taste.

    For all she knew she was eating cow’s tongue.
    What did women do in situations like these? Here was a man obviously determined to take her to bed.
    Did she play it cool? Did she go on the offensive? Did she offer to undress for him?
    A bubble of laughter bounced into her throat. Oh, Lord, but she was in way over her head.
    Firm hands rested on her shoulders and squeezed reassuringly. She yanked her head up to see Devon behind her. How had he gotten there?
    “Relax, Ash,” he said gently. “You’re wound tighter than a spring. Come here.”
    On shaking legs, she rose to stand in front of him.
    He touched her cheek with one finger then raised it to her temple to push at a tendril of her