“What do you mean?”
My attempt to decipher his statement had my brows bunching.
“You look at her like you want to eat her, bones and all.”
The imagery his words conjured caused me to frown, but I considered them. I had always watched Mecca, even in the beginning. I suppose I was not as inconspicuous with it as I assumed, or was there more to my admiring eyes where it concerned my wife?
“She’s different and accustomed to this edgy lifestyle, fearless in a way that scares the fuck out of me. She’s hot and sexy, dangerous in her own right, but somehow manages to possess this impressive level of femininity that I think I’m addicted to. I seriously underestimated her.”
Khane didn’t give a reply, and it was easy to see by his smiling gaze that he understood my problem from experience. I knew from watching them together that all Desiree had to do was ask for something, anything, and Khane would make sure it was done.
Was that my fate? Was I going to end up becoming a lap dog, sitting, lying down, and rolling over for Mecca?