Killian raised his brows to me, and I shook my head. He looked back at the waiter. “No, thank you. Please tell Chef Fredrick everything was outstanding.”
He moved off, and I picked up a spoon, cracked the brown sugar topping with the tip then scooped out a spoonful of sweet whipped deliciousness.
Casually lifting my chin and tilting my head, the spoon midway to my mouth, I said, “So, I guess word will spread that you were having dinner with a redhead?”
Killian grinned. “Yes. It was probably on social media the second we walked in.” His grin faded and in its place was a smoldering, heated intensity in his eyes as he watched me slide the silver spoon into my mouth.
The thin sweet crunch mixing with the light, airy cream tickled my tongue.
Indulging was rare. Indulging in something like crème brûlée was heaven on a spoon.
But what made it even more like heaven was that Killian watched me with desire blazing in his eyes.
I swallowed, then with the tip of my tongue, I slid it over my lower lip, licking the remnants of cream.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I secretly smiled, heart pumping wildly.
I’d never been sexy or tried to be sexy, but I wanted to be with Killian. He made it easy for me to be brave.
Lights dim, candles flickering, the soft jazz music in the background, skin tingling from the sexy-as-hell man next to me, yeah, I was brave.
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.