Page 76 of Wild Desire

"Gosh. I can't remember the last time I had lobster." It was probably at the lodge when Killian's dad had asked me if I liked seafood and urged me to try a bite.

His finger rested under my chin, tipping it up so I could see him. "I wanted to spoil you."

I smiled. "Consider me spoiled."

Then he touched his lips to mine.

I licked my lips. "You taste like butter."

"I made some garlic bread to tide us over until the rest of the food's done." He lifted me onto the counter and stepped between my legs. Then he grabbed a hunk of bread from a plate and held it out for me to take a bite.

I closed my mouth around the crunchy goodness, chewed, and swallowed. Then he handed me a glass of white wine. I sipped it, closing my eyes. "This is perfection."

He braced his hands on either side of my hips and tipped my chin again so he could kiss me. The kiss was soft and sweet. He tasted like garlic and a hint of the wine.

When he pulled back, I said, "Delicious."

He chuckled. "I'm going to be eating you for dessert."

"I can't wait." My body heated all over at his naughty promise. My libido had been out of control lately. We'd had sex in every conceivable position around the condo. Now that he was more limber, he'd bent me over the dining room table andtaken me from behind. I got hot whenever I thought about the stuff we'd done. He was more adventurous than any of my other lovers. And it meant more to me because we'd connected on a soul-deep level.

He'd come to family dinner at my mom's house every week, and I'd gone to his. We fit seamlessly into each other's lives, as long as we didn't think about the fact that his home wasn't in Telluride.

I wasn't going to let those thoughts creep in. Not tonight.

He pulled out the lobster and cut it from the shell. Then he dipped the meat into butter and fed it to me.

"I could get used to this."

"You deserve to have someone take care of you."

I felt a pang at that, because I was almost positive that he was saying that person wasn't going to be him.

He fed me and then himself. It was the most intimate meal I'd ever experienced, and when the lobster was gone, Killian washed his hands and then stepped between my legs. "I can't wait any longer for dessert. I have a sweet tooth."

My hands dived into his hair. "I don't want to wait either."

"I've been thinking about tasting you all day."

My core heated at the idea that he'd waited for me to come home and eating me was more delicious than the lobster we'd just shared.

He kissed me, the taste of lobster and butter on his tongue addicting. I lifted my hips as he pulled my leggings down and off.

I eased my butt to the edge of the counter and rested on my hands.

His gaze was hot on my pussy, as if he could devour me with his eyes alone. "You're gorgeous. Already glistening for me."

I practically moaned at the picture he'd painted. "Are you going to taste me? See if I'm as good as the lobster?"

He chuckled. "You're better than any lobster."

I'd never been with anyone who treated me like fine wine, something to be cherished and enjoyed. I'd always been someone who felt less than, but with Killian, I was worthy of everything. The only problem was that he could never be mine. I'd be foolish to think he'd want to keep this relationship going when he went back to work.

The distance would be too much. I'd be worried the women who would be by his side and that he'd forget about me. Why would he want me when he could have anyone?

But then he licked me, and I lost all sense of time and reason. He quickly drove me up, my skin sensitive to his touch. He pushed my shirt up, pulling the cups of my bra down so he could cup my breast as he licked and sucked. When he added a finger, I couldn't stop the orgasm from barreling through me.

I whimpered when he shoved his sweats and briefs down and entered me. His hands were tight on my hips.

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