Unadulterated Pleasure

11: Dinner with the Family

"Mom are you sure this is going to be okay?" Dorian listened to Amara question Adina from his seat on the couch.

The two women were currently in Amara's closet. Adina trying to coax her out in the dress she wore. They were meeting his parents and brother for dinner, and it sounded like Amara was unsure about what she wore. Dorian got the feeling that she either felt a little uncomfortable in it or wanted to make a good impression the same way she had before having lunch with his mother.

Dorian hadn't seen the dress but he was sure she would look good in it. She looked good in everything he'd seen her in, so this would be no different. They still had a little time before they needed to leave. Dorian didn't feel the need to try and hurry the conversation along as he turned the page in the book he'd picked up.

"It's perfect, Mara and you look great. Besides, I'm sure you'll like it more when you walk out of the closet."

Dorian could hear the playful tone in Adina's voice and he couldn't help but wonder what she meant. He didn't have to wait long for his answer. Adina walked out of the closet first as Dorian stood. A few seconds later Amara walked out, and Dorian had to remind himself that her mother was in the room.

His feet wanted to carry him across the room to her. Dorian wanted to pick her up, lay her on the bed and sample every part of her, devour each inch of her slowly over the course of hours.

She was dressed in a burgundy dress held up by thin straps at her shoulders. It hugged her chest and waist before flowing out slightly around her hips. A slit rose from the bottom all the way up her thigh and he understood now why she'd asked if it was okay for her to wear but it seemed to hold in place well. She wore a pair of nude heels that clasped around her ankle with a strap over her foot.

The color of the dress against her rich skin was stunning, and she looked ethereal. Had Dorian not already known for himself that she was real, he would have wondered. Her hair was in curls, left down and she was wearing one of the jewelry sets he'd purchased for her before she'd arrived. The pieces were simple but she made them look as if they were the most expensive pieces throughout all the lands.

Dorian made his way over to her at a slower pace than his feet wanted him to go. The color of her dress matched that of his shirt and shoes, and he understood what Adina meant. It was not only his reaction to Amara but the fact they were in matching colors. He also understood why she'd suggested he wear the color.

Tipping her chin up, Dorian leaned down and kissed her softly. Not wanting to smudge the wine-colored lipstick she wore. "You look absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you. You look very handsome," she complimented shyly. "We're matching."

"We are, bébé," Dorian responded. He'd paired his shirt and shoes with gray slacks, one of his gold watches, and a gold bracelet.

Amara's thumb came up to run over his lips. Dorian assumed she was removing whatever tint of lipstick he'd received from kissing her. As she brought her hand back down, Dorian caught it, placing a kiss on the back of her hand and then on her palm.

"As cute as the two of you are, I think we might want to get going," Adina stated.

Dorian turned to look at her, nodding in agreement before complimenting her on the dark blue dress she wore. With Amara's hand in his, Dorian allowed Adina to lead them out of the bedroom, and then down the stairs out of the house.

The car was waiting on them, and the three slid into the back, settling in as they headed towards the restaurant. Amara slipped her arm through Dorian's and he spent the car ride drawing lines into the palm of her hand as she looked out of the window at the passing scenery.