Chapter 35
Tim
A throat clearing interrupted us. We jumped apart.
“Would you like me to box this up?” the waiter asked.
We both nodded and said yes at the same time.
“Dessert, madam, sir?”
“I haven’t eaten my meal,” she said. “And neither have you.”
I shrugged.
“I might have to have the chocolate ganache,” Tabs told the waiter.
“Sir?”
“Actually, I don’t have a sweet tooth. Nothing for me.”
The waiter nodded, took the dessert menus, and swept away.
I looked up to Tabs. “All the sweetness I need is right here.” She groaned, and I laughed. “All my game has completely disappeared around you.”
But I kissed her again.
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” she said. After a short space of time, which we filled kissing some more, the waiter put a silver dish of chocolate pudding in front of Tabitha and our boxed meals on the table.
I took a good look at the silver dish. “It’s just posh chocolate pud,” I said with a smile.
With a mock glare, she scolded, “It’s warm, double-chocolate pud.”
“Excuse me, I’m just a butler’s grandson.”
Usually, she got furious at those kinds of comments. “You don’t fool me. As his grandson, you know everything about etiquette.”
I winked at her. It was true, but I didn’t care about dining protocols.
Glowing, she picked up the spoon, plunged it into the gooey mass of chocolate, and scooped it into her mouth. She groaned, spoon still in her mouth, motionless, her eyes widening. Slowly, she slid the spoon from her lips and licked the last of the chocolate from it.
She held the spoon and lowered her eyelids, savoring her bite. All that heated energy from her rolled across the table and slithered down onto my lap. I shifted and squirmed and discreetly pulled at my trousers.
I sucked in a breath. “Good?” I asked nonchalantly, not wanting her to feel self-conscious, and because maybe I wanted to witness that again.
“So good,” she said innocently. “You have to try.”
“No, it’s funny. No one ever believes me, but I really don’t like sweet things.”
“Yes, I remember that now,” she said. “We keep saying that, don’t we? I remember that now. Oh well, more for me.”
“That’s what you always used to say.”
She laughed and then scooped the rest into her mouth, humming her enjoyment until she was finished. Finally, giving me a break, she laid down her spoon and sighed.
A corner of her mouth was smeared with chocolate. I stared at her.
“I’ve got some on my face, haven’t I?” she asked.
I nodded, smiling.
She swiped at her mouth. “Did I get it?”
“May I?” I asked and she nodded. I reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth with my thumb, and then I sucked the chocolate off the tip.
“Told you I’d make you taste it.” She had a sexy drop in her voice. “Want another taste?”
She moved toward me, her hand on my farthest thigh, which meant everything along her front brushed against me, and she placed her plump red lips slowly over mine.
Now she had both hands on my thighs, and that warm pressure of her palms ignited my skin in pure lust. I caught her top lip with my teeth and nibbled, then licked into her mouth.
I was holding back and tired of not letting loose the way I wanted.
I groaned and pulled away. “Okay, that’s it,” I said. “I have to kiss you in a place where a roomful of people isn’t watching.”
She looked under her eyelashes at me. “Why don’t we go upstairs to your room?”
“Really?” I couldn’t breathe.
“Yes.” Holding my gaze, she nodded as though she had never been surer of anything.