Page 106 of Outback Secrets

Liam had thought he was spent but her expression had his desire springing to life again. So much for scratching the itch; if anything, it felt like it was getting worse.

Summoning self-control, he climbed back into bed beside her, presented the plate and let the pie speak for itself.

She picked up one of the spoons. ‘I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, but I make exceptions for apple pie.’

He watched and waited, his breath bated, but the noise she made a few seconds after she slipped the spoon between her lips exceeded his expectations. It sounded like a damn orgasm.

‘Oh. My. God,’ she moaned as she came down from the first mouthful and stabbed her spoon aggressively into the pie for another.

Liam grinned. Every muscle in his body clenched. Watching her eat pie had to be one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. It made him want to go downstairs right now and bake a dozen more pies and then feed them to her, one by one.

He reached for the other spoon, in dire need of something to occupy his hands and mouth, but Henri tapped him away like he was a pesky mosquito.

‘I hope you don’t plan on sharing this.’ She held the plate up against her bare chest, drawing his eyes to her breasts.

‘Well, I am pretty hungry,’ he said, dipping his head and taking one tight nipple into his mouth.

‘Oh God, Liam.’ She tried to push his head away. ‘I don’t think I can stand apple pie and you at the same time. I’ll explode.’

‘Then you’d better put on some clothes.’

She laughed. ‘Pass me my shirt then.’

He looked around for her T-shirt but, unable to find it, offered his instead.

‘Thanks,’ she said, barely putting down the pie as she pulled on the top.

Although surprised he’d lost out to his pie, he couldn’t be disappointed at the sight of her in his shirt, which was equally as arousing as the sight of her scoffing his pie.

After another mouthful and another tormenting moan, she scooped up another spoonful, but this time offered it to him.

‘Why thank you.’ He leaned towards her and closed his mouth around the offering, enjoying the act of being fed by Henri even more than the taste of the dessert.

‘You’re right. Macca is a king. This pie deserves to win prizes. This pastry …’ She sighed. ‘I finally know what the expression “melt in your mouth” means.’

‘Actually, I made this.’

She snapped her gaze from the bowl to his face. ‘You made this?’

He nodded, feeling his chest swell ridiculously.

‘Wow. I knew you were pretty good with your hands already, but this … you are a king. Where did you learn to cook like this?’

‘In my dad’s kitchen,’ he said.

‘Your father baked as well as ran two successful supermarkets?’

‘Yeah. Baking was his stress relief.’ Liam swallowed. He was so used to not talking about his parents. ‘When we were little, he and Mom used to take turns being home with us while the other one was working. Whenever we were with him and we were fighting or just doing whatever annoying things kids do, he’d sit us both up on the kitchen counter and make us cook until we forgot the problem. I always knew when Dad had a bad day because he’d bake late at night when we were all in bed. I remember when I was a teenager and constantly hungry, I actually used to hope he’d have a shit day so that the next afternoon there’d be something delicious to eat when we came home from school. As I got older, baking became my outlet as well. My friends used to tease me about it, but they never complained when they were eating.’

Henri smiled as she put the now empty bowl down on his bedside table. ‘I’m impressed. My dad barely knew how to make scrambled eggs. Did yours do all the cooking in your house?’

‘No. He mostly did sweet stuff—pies, cheesecakes, he even made his own donuts—and Mom did what she called the boring but necessary cooking. She made the best spaghetti I’ve ever tasted. Even better than Macca’s.’

‘Wow. Must have been good. What was she like?’

‘My mom?’

Henri nodded.