Chapter 340 - Happy (1/2)
Dinner was a light affair, Yan Mei smiled across the table at her husband. Gone was the tense stranger from yesterday; replaced by the more familiar figure of her easy-going lover but even that was a deceiving mien.
He was a billionaire real estate mogul who was at home in a suit in just the same way he was at home in faded jeans and a band print shirt. All his facets made her fall in love with him even more.
”You're looking good husband” she called across the dinner table, battling with the beginnings of d.e.s.i.r.e.
Lei Zhao smirked, the only indication that he had heard her before he plucked a glass of wine and downed half the contents. Every movement was deliberate and with a curious grace that was aimed at enticing, across the table he could feel her gaze. When he finally looked up to meet it, he saw in her eyes, a hunger that needed more than a meal.
”You're looking good wife” he finally countered, enjoying the blush that suffused her face but loved that she didn't drop her eyes either.
Then he waited for her to make the next move, the glint in her eyes promised they were going to miss the rest of the meal and probably incur the wrath of his temperamental chef.
But he was a man who was in love with his wife and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to give in to the smoldering d.e.s.i.r.e between the two of them.
Across the table, Yan Mei read his intentions but dropped her eyes anyway and picked up her cutlery, her actions greeted by a soft chuckle. She raised her gaze to eye the man seated across from her, a promise in her gaze.
Not now but soon.....very soon.
Lei Zhao nodded.
Lei Zhao didn't think he'd ever get tired of the sound of her voice, the elegant motions, or learning every detail of her body and how he could make her shatter in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. For what seemed like hours they sat at the dining table, toying with dinner while chasing down tiny bites down with delicious wine.
By the time they had abandoned the illusion of eating, Yan Mei was tipsy, at least enough to openly devour him with her eyes across the table, at that point though he admitted he was doing some serious looking of his own.