Page 94 of Perfect Liar

“We’ll see, huh? So anyway, what is this he ordered, and how do I eat it?”

Thomas pointed at one of the platters.

“Yorkshire puddings. The small ones are sweet. What are you drinking?”

He scooped up a pudding from the savory platter, cut it into pieces, soaked it with gravy, and handed me the plate.

Mary Hastings might’ve had to hold back with her sons, but still, she did teach her boys to open doors, send flowers, and prepare a plate of Yorkshire puddings.

“Chateauneuf,” I said.

Then I took a bite. And moaned. I stuffed another bite into my mouth right away.

“Wow, this is delicious. It’s roast beef and what…watercress?”

Thomas nodded and handed me a napkin.

“It pairs well with your wine, and together they’ll make you sleepy.”

I muttered through another mouthful.

“That makes sense. He wants to work late tonight.”

“Well, maybe not after that snogging we walked up on.”

My cheeks heated up, and I dropped my head, moving my attention to the plate.

“Thomas!”

“Thom’s right. Oh, and look who’s back,” Ethan said.

I lifted my face, and Will stared down at me with his handsome smile before reclaiming his seat on the sofa with me. He canted his head toward the bar and sent his brothers away.

Will grabbed one of the sweet puddings and held it up to my mouth. I took a bite, and he shoved the rest of it into his mouth and watched for my reaction.

What a little bite of heaven…a soufflé-like bread filled with toasted coconut and warm, melted chocolate.

“That’s so good. You’ll make me fat with your English food, Will.”

The dribble of chocolate on his mouth was utterly kissable. I dabbed at it with my napkin.

Catching me off guard, he leaned in and sucked chocolate off my bottom lip.

“Next time, do it like that.”

Then he demonstrated again, and probably sensing my undeniable arousal…and after adjusting his own, he smirked.

“Drizzling it all over your lovely naked body in my bed would be even better.”

Sweat dampened the nape of my neck.

Because I wanted the chocolate, the nakedness, his bed.

He touched my cheek with the back of his fingers.

“You’re blushing.”

My face got even hotter, and I smiled, saying nothing.