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Katie didn’t ask. “Ah, here we are.”
    He sounded pleased
and Katie looked longingly at the layered dessert while he thanked the
waitress, picking up the spoon as she left. Liam glanced over at her as he slid
the spoon through the creamy layers, smiling at her expression.
    “You’re
distracted.”
    She licked
her lips. “That looks yummy.”
    “You want
it.”
    “Yes.”
Looking between him and the dessert, she wasn’t sure which she wanted more.
    Liam
smirked. “That’s why I ordered it.”
    “For me?”
She brightened.
    “Close your
eyes.”
    “Here?”
Katie glanced around the restaurant. It was a Friday night—they were packed.
When she looked back at Liam, she understood her mistake immediately. He’d
given her an order and she had refused to follow. Stupid. She chastised
herself, closing her eyes instantly, both to comply and to hide from his dark
gaze.
    “Open your
mouth.”
    This time
she did as she was told and was rewarded with a delicious bite of tiramisu,
incredibly rich and creamy, with that dark hint of mocha and a lovely finish of
chocolate.
    “Keep your
eyes closed.”
    He’d
anticipated her opening them and Katie only got a brief glimpse of him before
she squeezed her eyes shut again, chewing and swallowing the delightful
confection.
    “How does
that taste?”
    “Like… mmm…”
She licked her lips, already craving more. “Coffee… and chocolate… oh heaven…
light and fluffy…”
    “No words.”
Liam brought the spoon to her lips, urging her to open, and she took another
blissful bite. “How does that taste?”
    “Mmmmmm.”
The ladyfingers in the dessert were moist and sweet against her tongue. They
made fantastic dessert here! She’d have to remember this restaurant—although
she probably couldn’t afford to come here on her salary, even alone.
    “I think you
can do better.”
    Liam fed her
another bite, smaller this time. Katie was far too aware of the sounds of the
restaurant around her, the clinking of glasses, the scrape of utensils on
plates, the sounds of laughter and conversation reverberating in her head. She
didn’t want to make so much noise she called attention to herself, but that was
clearly what Liam was encouraging!
    “Ohhhhhh.”
She took his next offered bite with more enthusiasm and he gave her an even
larger one. “Nnnnnnngggg!”
    “More?”
    She leaned
forward, mouth open like a baby bird, eyes still firmly closed. “Mmm mmm mmm!”
    Liam
continued to feed her, encouraging her noises, and Katie soon forgot where she
was. The chocolate and coffee and cream melted in her mouth, the taste so
delicious she couldn’t get enough. And it was sexy, she had to admit, Liam
feeding her dessert, watching her pleasure—and she knew that was exactly what
he was doing. Her belly protested, but her tongue wanted more, more, until she
was making noises she knew would rival Meg Ryan’s orgasm in When Harry Met
Sally, with Liam rewarding her, bite after bite.
    “That was
the last one.”
    Katie made a
little disappointed noise, her throat constricting. That was it? No warning?
Nothing? She almost opened her eyes in protest but then remembered he hadn’t
told her to.
    “Did you
enjoy it, Kitten?” Liam dabbed her mouth with the corner of his napkin. “Did
you really experience the perfection of that last bite?”
    She sighed. “Well
if I’d known it was going to be the last one…”
    “But we
never know, do we?” His words were profound and opened her heart immediately,
moving her nearly to tears. Over dessert, for pete’s sake! She chided herself
for her overreaction, but she couldn’t help the emotion welling up.
    “Open your
eyes.”
    Katie did,
meeting his, trying to discern what he was thinking, feeling. Then she became
aware of the noise around her, far diminished. Had everyone gone? Glancing
around, she found herself sinking lower in her chair. It was as if the entire
restaurant had stopped eating and drinking and talking just so they could