Page 60 of Savage Desires

"What did you just think of that lit your eyes up like that?" I ask.

Her cheeks heat in a blush. "It's silly…"

"Tell me."

"I really want McDonald's. Chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce and fries dipped in a vanilla milkshake sounds so good. I used to dream about that when I was starving from a lack of food. Well, in the beginning. It was a treat when I was a kid. Dad didn't like junk food, so it was a rarity to have something like that…"

"McDonald's it is," I say without missing a beat. "You can eat whatever you want, whenever you want. Just tell me what it is, and I'll make it happen. I'll fill the fridge with all your favorites."

She leans over the console and kisses my cheek. "Thank you, Kisten. You don't have to go out of your way for me every time. I'll happily eat whatever you usually have."

"I don't have to do anything. I want to. I'm going to take such good care of you that you won't ever want to leave my side," I say, sounding a little desperate.

"You own me, remember?"

She grabs my hand, pulling it to rest in her lap. I thread my fingers through hers, and she puts her free hand on top of mine, holding my hand between hers. She's got it wrong… I might've bought her in that auction, but she owns me. One touch. One soft searching look from her, and I'll do whatever she asks. It should worry me that I've let a woman wrap me around her little finger so completely, but all I feel is happy. Content.

I pull into McDonald's and order our food. She buries her nose in the bag and takes a deep sniff. Her smile is so big it nearly splits her face. She pops the top off her milkshake and dips one of the hot fries into it. The second it hits her tongue, she groans. Once again, my cock is painfully hard because of this woman.

Jesus.

"That's so good," she says before dipping another fry and popping it in her mouth.

"I've never tried it that way."

"Sweet and salty with the hot and cold… it's the perfect indulgence."

She dips a new fry and then holds it up to my lips. I let her feed me the fry, gently nipping her fingertips before she can pull away. She gasps, her eyes wide with desire. It's going to be hell trying to keep myself in check around her, especially with how damn responsive she is. It would be so easy to lose control and fuck her in the way that I crave. I force myself to remember where she came from. The thought kills my erection faster than anything ever has in the past.

"Do you like it?" she asks.

"It's good."

She smiles happily and goes back to eating her treat, offering me bites every so often. Even though I shouldn't, I can't help but tease her a little with every bite. I nip and lick her fingertips, turning an innocent offering into something that's working us both up. It doesn't matter how often I remind myself of her past; the temptation of Willow overrides all my good sense.

By the time we are back at my place, she's eaten all her fries and half of mine. She sets out the rest of our food on the table, scrunching her nose when she realizes how many of my fries she ate. I pull her onto my lap and open her nuggets and barbecue sauce. She doesn't start eating until I open my burger and take my first bite. I'm on my second burger when I notice her looking at it longingly. I chuckle because she's fucking adorable. I hold the burger up to her mouth. She looks at me with guilty eyes. I move the burger closer so it's brushing her lips. She takes a bite, moaning as she chews.

My wayward cock throbs in my pants. There's no way she can't feel how hard I am underneath her ass. She's done an excellent job of not acknowledging it for the most part. However, this time she wriggles, making me damn near dizzy with arousal.

"Willow," I warn.

Instead of stopping, she shifts on my lap, straddling me. Even through our clothes, I can feel the heat of her pussy. I drop my burger on the table and grip her hips harshly. My intention is to hold her still, but I find myself helping her rock on top of me until we are both panting.

Her eyes are hazy with lust. Her lips parted as she makes breathless little moans that are driving me to madness. I bury one hand in her hair, gripping the soft strands tight enough to border on painful but not enough to truly hurt her. She moans at the rough handling, urging me on. I crush my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely.

She's not in the least bit timid as she kisses me back. Her hands grip my shoulders, her short nails digging into my skin through my shirt. I wish my chest was bare because I want to wear her marks proudly on my skin. Her soft tongue matches every stroke of mine, driving my desire higher. Especially when she grinds down on my cock in a maddening way.

I guide her movements with my hand on her hip, letting her use me to chase her release. I can tell she's close by the sexy sounds she's making. It's fucking music to my ears. A symphony of sound that I want to spend a lifetime hearing. She gasps, ripping her lips from mine as her body locks up, losing all rhythm as her orgasm hits. I keep her moving, wringing every ounce of pleasure from her body. She collapses against me, boneless and panting.

I hold her close as she comes down from her high. My cock is painfully hard and desperate for release. I need a little space and a long cold shower, but moving her from my lap isn't happening while she's warm and pliant. I love the way she trusts me. I run my fingers through her hair, enjoying how silky it is. She's so still I think she's fallen asleep in my arms.

When I go to stand, she raises her head and looks at me searchingly. I can't tell what she's thinking. It would kill me if she regretted what just happened. I never want her to shy away from my touch or get freaked out by something I've done. Despite telling myself to go slow, I keep getting lost in the moment and doing the wrong thing. I've kept my dick in my pants, but it's a small consolation when I'm pushing past her comfort zone every chance I get.

She yawns, breaking the tense moment. It gives me the perfect excuse to ignore my hard dick and how sexy she looks with flushed cheeks and her wide blue eyes, looking at me like she's ready to devour me. I stand, keeping her in my arms, and carry her down the hall to her room, where I left her bags.

I want her in my room—in my bed—but she needs her own space. Now that she knows she's safe and I'm not sending her away, she will want her own bed. I didn't want to give her the impression that I expect her in my bed right away. Just because I want her there doesn't mean I'll force the issue.

I set her on her feet inside the guest room. It's pretty sparse. A bed, side table, and dresser are the only furniture. The walls are a pale yellow with framed paintings of abstract flowers. There are several pillows on the bed that match the luxurious bedding. Hannah's work. When I bought this place, she wouldn't take no for an answer when she saw how little I decorated it. Which wasn't at all. In fact, the guest rooms were empty until she got her hands on my credit card. Now, I'm grateful I gave her free rein to add the feminine touch she said was missing. Without her influence, Willow wouldn't have a comfortable room to make her own.

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