Free Sudden Devotion by Nicole Morgan

can’t have a normal relationship, with dating and,” he leaned across the table, “lots and lots of goodnight kisses.”
    “You really like me? I mean, not just the, you know.”
    Mitch tightened his grip on her hands. “Sara. I wish you weren’t so unsure of yourself. You are magnificent. In the bedroom and out.”
    She smirked at him. “You only say that because we have sex everywhere.”
    When she smiled again he continued, “True. But that is only because you are so damn sexy I can’t help myself. Now please, let’s enjoy our dinner. If it makes you feel any better, I won’t pressure you into having sex just because I bought you dinner.”
    Twinkling her eyes at him she replied, “Mitch, if I let you buy me dinner, I will most certainly pressure you into sleeping with me!”
    He rolled his eyes. “All right, fine. If I must. Geez, you are so demanding sometimes.”
    The waiter came over with a charismatic smile. “Good evening, sir, ma’am,” he said as he bowed his head. “Would you care for a bottle of wine this evening?”
    Mitch gestured toward Sara. “Do you have any preferences?”
    Smiling, Sara said, “I’ve always had a fondness for a good Riesling.”
    Mitch smiled at her. “Very well. What Rieslings do you have?”
    “Yes, sir. We have a 2003 Johannesburg , a Rosemount Estate which is out of Australia, and a Schmitt-Sohne Blue Riesling Auslese which comes from Germany .” Waiting the appropriate time, the waiter responded. “My personal favorite is the one out of Australia, sir.”
    Mitch nodded. “That’ll be fine.”
    The waiter left them alone after reciting to them the daily specials.

    * * * *

    Mitch watched her toy with her fork as she smiled. “You are truly beautiful, Sara. I hope you realize that is how I see you.”
    Sara looked up at him. “Mitch. You’re going to embarrass me.”
    He winked and quirked up one side of his mouth in a smile. “Good. Because when you get embarrassed, you blush. The same way you do when—" Mitch was interrupted by the waiter returning with their wine.
    Sara blushed. She knew exactly what Mitch was about to say. What the waiter would have overheard. He smiled at her, which just made her blush more.
    The waiter poured a small amount into the glass for Mitch to taste. Swirling it around and sniffing before taking a sip, Mitch nodded to the waiter his acceptance of the wine. Waiting as the waiter poured their glasses, Mitch and Sara stared at each other in a way that spoke volumes of their past twenty-four hours together.
    “Have you two decided on a selection for this evening?” the waiter asked with his impeccable manners.
    “I’ve been dying to try that chicken marsala you have.” Sara’s mouth watered as she spoke.
    “Make that two. And bring us a couple of salads if you would, please.”
    “Very well, sir.” The waiter took their menus and left.
    Sara looked at Mitch over the rim of her glass after taking a sip. Setting it down, she spoke candidly, “Mitch, I’m sorry for the way I acted just a little while ago. I wish I wasn’t so unsure of myself. You told me I should be truthful with you, so I will.”
    She took a breath as she folded her fingers together on the table. “The truth is, I really like you. And I really don’t want to do something to scare you off. That’s why I didn’t want you to think you had to do all of this,” she said, motioning with her hands at the ambiance of the restaurant. “But,” she said before he could protest, “I think I could get used to you spoiling me a little.”
    “Well, I am very glad to hear that. I think I will enjoy spoiling you, as well. Now, what are the odds I can get you to take off those panties?”
    “Ahem, sorry, sir. Your, ah, salads.”
    Mitch and Sara waited quietly as the waiter set their salad plates down in front of them. When the red-faced waiter left them, they both burst out into laughter.
    Trying to regain her composure, Sara reached for her wine glass and