I dipped the spoon in again, but Killian’s fingers spanned my wrist, stopping me.
I met his eyes and without a word, but knowing exactly what he wanted by the silent exchange of his steady expression, I released the spoon to him.
His attention went to the dessert where he tapped the light thin sugar shell before breaking through and sinking into the airy lightness.
He lifted the overfilled spoon at the same time as his eyes.
I thought he was going to take a bite himself, but he held the spoon out to me. “Open.”
I nervously laughed, thinking he was kidding; it was a huge mouthful. “It’s too much.”
“I know. Open, Savvy,” he said.
Oh, God, my belly dropped and my sex clenched. I swallowed, licking my lips again.
“No,” he said with a firm voice. “I didn’t ask you to lick your lips. Although that is fuckin’ delectable as hell.” His tone lowered further. “I asked you to open your mouth.”
My eyes widened. Holy. Fuck. That was hot. Demanding and a little scary because him using that voice I’d pretty much do anything he asked.
I opened, and he slid the dessert into my mouth, and since there was so much, it hit the roof, sides, and back of my throat. He didn’t remove the spoon right away and watched as I struggled not to pull away.
When I was just about to say screw it, he said, “My cock will fill your mouth a hell of a lot more than this.”
I nearly choked. And I would’ve if he didn’t slowly remove the spoon, my lips dragging over the cool, smooth surface of the spoon to make certain I took the entire dessert.
His elbow rested on the table, spoon in his hand, eyes on mine as I swallowed little by little until it was gone. The entire time I thought about his cock.
Was it possible to have an orgasm with no touching? Because if it was, I was going to come right here at the table with people all around and Killian watching.
God, why did I find this so hot?
Okay, I’d never had a man speak to me like Killian.
But it was more. He was polite and casual yet intense and demanding. He also obviously liked to get his own way.
“Open,” he said.
I did, and he fed me another mouthful watching my every movement.
After the third spoonful, he dropped the spoon on the dish, and it made a loud clatter. My breath hitched and heart jumped at the sound.
He’d done it on purpose. It was as if he wanted that reaction. A contrast from the slow and gentle to the loud and abrupt noise.
“Good, orchid?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Thank you. Aren’t you having any?”
“No. Watching you was my dessert,” he drawled before catching the eye of the waiter and offering a nod. “Are you ready to go?”
“I uh, just have to go to the ladies’ room first.” Because I was flushed and my panties were wet, and I so needed a minute to collect myself before I sat in the car with him.
His brows lifted as if he knew exactly why I needed an escape. “To the right of the bar.” He gestured with a nod.
The escape to the ladies’ room was a relief to be out from under Killian’s attentiveness.
There was no question he desired me and giddiness filled me to know the confident, sexy, smoking-hot Killian was interested.
But that giddiness also had a layer of uncertainty. There was something dangerous about him. Not fighting dangerous. That had been tamed. Maybe it had shifted to something different.
Something that demanded.
Something that controlled.
Owned.
That was what it was—owning.
The signals indicated that Killian got whatever he desired. And tonight, it was me.
I leaned over the counter as the thought slammed into me and my face heated and sex clenched.
God, what was I thinking? But from my body’s reaction, I knew exactly what I was thinking.
Sex with Killian. Rough, demanding sex that owned a woman’s body. Protected. Coveted.
I turned on the taps, cupped my hands under the steady stream and brought the cool water to my face.
Was I strong enough to have sex with him and keep my heart? My heart had already been broken once. I’d trusted David, and he’d taken advantage of that trust. He’d made promises and broke them. Maybe I was blinded by those promises of a family and a home, but it had still hurt like hell.
Except this was about sex. Sex with Killian, not a relationship. He wasn’t making promises.
But there’d be no question experiencing Killian would leave bits of myself behind just like it had with my first kiss.
And then there was the issue of him paying me to date him. If I slept with him, what would that make me?
“Are you dating Kite?”
I darted upright at the woman’s voice, having not heard the door open.
Water dripped down my cheeks, and I quickly reached for the paper towels and dried my face before the water stained my dress.
I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror. She was about twenty or so, with long brown hair and light amber streaks. It reached past her shoulders, and there were some layers at the front that framed her soft, pretty face. Well, it would be soft if it weren’t for the harsh eyeliner and bright blue eye shadow.
“Uh, yes.”
“I saw you go into the washroom and well, I didn’t want to come to your table because I heard he likes his privacy, but I really, really like him.” She inhaled then trudged on. “I like his playing. On the drums, I mean. I’ve seen Tear Asunder in concert four times, and Kite is so calm and easygoing when he plays. He’s mesmerizing.” Another deep inhale. “I love Ream, too. He’s intense and God, he’s so sweet and protective with Kat. Well, all the guys are from what I’ve read and seen. Emily is a sweetheart and rescues horses, and Sculpt isn’t into them, but I’ve seen pictures of him at her horse whispering clinics supporting her. Oh, and Haven is like an angel and helps kids on the street.” Another breath. “They are the coolest band around. Sometimes they do surprise gigs at Avalanche where they first started playing. It’s so cool of them.”