Page 19 of Enticement
His hot hand settled upon her shin and slid upwards to her knee. Evie squeaked in alarm. She clamped her legs together tight, even as she felt herself grow moist. Tension screamed within her muscles as Kit’s hand moved higher to caress her inner thigh. He ducked under the duvet and crawled over her, until he covered her like a second blanket, bare skin gliding against bare skin as he settled into position. His thighs pressed to her thighs, hips aligned like two neatly stacked blocks. A scream echoed inside her chest, but when she opened her mouth all that emerged was an excited gasp.
Ross lay snuggled up beside her, his breathing even and content, undisturbed by the rustling of the duvet or the significant tilt of the mattress. Kit couldn’t be doing this. And she couldn’t be excited by just how incredibly wrong and yet right it all felt.It’s a dream. Had to be.She hardly dared to open her eyes and meet the inky depths of Kit’s pupils. His weight above her felt real. The hot brand of his cock against her thigh more so. Kit clasped her wrists and lifted them over her head.
“Open your eyes, Evie.”
“No. This isn’t real.” The words resonated inside her head.
“It’s real. Say the word, Evie and I’ll give you what you’ve been thinking about all day.”
Pinned, by both his body and his words, Evie kept absolutely still. She had thought of him. Not willingly, but her mind had wandered. Snapshots of him in sultry repose masturbating in the spare room, and of him and Ross in the tent with the girl had troubled her ever since she’d left Rose Cottage that morning.
“He won’t wake, Evie,” Kit coaxed, his voice whisper soft against her ear.
“We can’t. We can’t do this,” she protested. Fear coupled with anticipation roused every nerve in her body as her denial rang hollow. The tiniest shift in his position sent shivers chasing across her skin. Moisture bathed her skin, and between her thighs the lips of her vulva plumped, ready for his assault. The mere thought of him sliding his cock home only further opened her up to him, and another gush of moisture bathed her opening. Her hips lifted in urgent need, so that his erection nudged between her labia.
“Oh, god! We can’t.” She glanced warily at Ross again, so blissfully unaware of her duplicity. Everything. Absolutely everything about this moment was wrong. Dreadfully, horribly wrong. If Ross woke now, the hurt and betrayal he’d feel would crush any spark of love he bore for her completely. Kit surely wasn’t worth that. So why did she feel so excited by his presence?
His cock pressed tight to her cunt, rubbing against her in an alluring simulation of sex. Not entering her, and not directly stimulating her clit, but arousing her all the same. “Say the word, Evie, and I’m all yours.”
“He’ll be so hurt.”
So why did she feel so excited? Why instead of screaming and fighting Kit off with every available object was she raising her hips in time with the roll of his body? She looked up into his eyes and caught only a glimpse of darkness before a kiss swallowed her remaining whimper of denial. The truth was, despite how she felt about Ross, she wanted Kit exactly where he was: poised to enter her, on the verge of fucking her into oblivion.
His tongue traced one puckered nipple, setting her squirming again. Three fingers struck gold between her legs, pushing into her with embarrassing ease. She was so wet and eager, his fingers met with no resistance and she cried out when he withdrew them. The cry transformed into a whimper as his cock replaced the digits, and their bodies slammed together.
So hot. Too hot.
Evie wanted to squeal. She had to bite down on her tongue to stop herself from screaming out his name. Countless emotions ricocheted inside her head, but she kept all the accompanying sounds she wanted to make locked up tight inside her. Only when he touched her clit as he fucked her with perfect ease did a hiss escape through her teeth. She gripped Kit’s bottom hard, digging in her fingertips until he slowed the rhythm of their loving. Then they rocked, so, so, smoothly, gliding, while staying absolutely silent.
It couldn’t last. It didn’t last.
Slowly, steadily the tempo built again, until the headboard thudded against the wall and Ross stirred beside them, rolling over to paw at her shoulder. “Hush, you’re dreaming. Hush, Evie. It’s okay. Wake up.”
The weight of Kit’s body still pressed down upon her. Evie tentatively opened her eyes to find Ross staring at her, not in open-mouthed disgust, but in concern. “You all right?” he asked.
“Huh!” she choked. She pulled her arms down from above her head, where she had them wedged under the bottom of the headboard and patted the duvet, still curiously aware of the fading heat of Kit’s presence. “You were dreaming, Evie. I’m not sure if it was good or bad. You were moaning quite a bit and thrashing about.”
The lingering trace of Kit’s cologne clung to the sheets and her skin. He hadn’t been here. It had been just a dream.
“Want to tell me about it?”
“No.” She blinked a few times trying to wake up. “No, it was nothing. Bad dream.”
“Sure you don’t need a hug?” He cast his arm over her stomach and snuggled up, placing a kiss upon her shoulder.
“Kit,” she said sleepily. “He didn’t actually work in a bar, did he?”
“Didn’t you ask him?”
“’Course. He didn’t really answer.”
She sensed Ross’s smile. He continued to nibble at her skin, his lips moving up towards the sensitive skin of her neck. “He worked as a host, Evie.”
Suddenly, she was awake. Wide-awake. “You mean like a gigolo?”
“Not exactly. No. Leastways, I haven’t asked if he had sex for money. He entertained women in the bar, talked shop and relationships and poured drinks for them. If it went beyond that…well…let’s just say it wouldn’t surprise me.” Ross fell silent.
“It isn’t important,” Evie provided. Whatever Kit had done in his past didn’t affect them now. It sure explained a lot about him though. Like why he’d seemed so at ease with her watching him.
