She needed to eat. I want to feed her. That thought slammed into my head so strongly I knew I would do just that once she was mine.
I put a danish on a small plate, grabbed one for me, and balanced it in my mouth as I took the coffee mug. I made my way back to where Kitty was and set the plate in front of her. She’d been so immersed in writing in her notebook that she didn’t even realize I was there until I was right beside her.
“Oh. Good morning,” she said and smiled, and it lit up the entire fucking room.
It fucking lit me up.
She glanced at the plate. “Thank you.” The way she said it had this little mewling tone laced in it, and I clenched my jaw to hold in my pleasured groan.
I took the seat across from her and brought my mug to my lips, taking a long drink. I took note of her coffee. It was milky, maybe more cream than actual coffee. I bet it was sweet too. I made a mental note for future reference so I could make it for her in the mornings.
I noticed the morning paper sitting on the table and reached for it, unfolding it and turning to the business section. I scanned the pages, but I kept finding myself looking up at her.
She sat the same way, her foot braced on the edge of the chair as she wrote in her notebook. She was picking at the danish, breaking off little pieces and bringing it to her mouth, and then licking off the glaze that was on the tips of those digits.
I felt that powerful yet familiar arousal start at the base of my spine as I watched her little pink tongue move out and drag across her skin. It was so innocent, yet so extremely sexual in the same breath.
My traitorous cock started to harden, and I cleared my throat a little too gruffly. She looked up at me, and I quickly looked down at the paper, feigning interest in the stock market. After a few moments of silence, both of us enjoying our coffee, she pushed her notebook toward me, and I glanced up at her.
“I’ve made out a menu for the week. If you want to look over it and let me know if there’s anything you dislike or would like me to change, I can make note for future meals and adjust this one.”
I looked down at what she’d written. She was meticulous, organized as she broke down lunch and dinner, even breakfast, although I told her I rarely ate breakfast during the week because I was up so early. But to be honest, I would’ve eaten anything she put in front of me any time of the day. As long as she was the one who prepared it, I would’ve gotten satisfaction from anything.
“It all looks wonderful,” I said and meant it. She beamed, was actually happy by my response, which in turn pleased me to no end.
She took back the notebook and gave me a short nod before rising. “Great. I made the menu this week with the ingredients we have here at the house. I’ll probably have to make a grocery run next week, if that’s okay?”
“Anything you want or need, it’s yours.” And I meant that in more ways than one.
She looked away quickly, and I didn’t miss how her cheeks started to turn pink. Had I embarrassed her? Maybe her thoughts were just as dirty as mine.
I wanted to place my hand on her face and see if her skin was warm from the blush. When she cleared her throat and glanced back at me, I was snapped out of my fantasies. She let me know where she’d be if I needed anything then made her way out.
I sat there and just watched her walk away, my focus on her ass, my control barely hanging on. I had no fucking clue how I’d go slow with her, how I’d restrain myself from clearing the table every morning and fucking her on it.
Hell, I could fuck her three times a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She woke up this beast in me, and for the first time in my life, I was actually worried that I’d have no self-control.8Kitty
A week laterI didn’t know how to accurately describe my work environment with Fin, and I didn’t know if it was just because of how I felt for him, this burning desire I had, but every time he was near—which, if I were being honest, was constant—I felt this electrifying intensity.
And he did seem to always be around.
Watching me, tracking me with his eyes, his focus on me so intense I felt as if he reached out and smoothed his fingers along my cheek.