Page 22 of Enticement
“Shit!” Ross snarled again. He half turned, not taking his eyes off Kit and tugged a pair of latex gloves out of box. “I’ll do it, all right, I’ll do it.”
Kit shrugged and sagged back into the chair. He pulled his hair back off his forehead and waited patiently as Ross cleaned up the wound and applied a layer of Vetbond. “Don’t come crying to me when it starts itching like hell, okay.”
“Whatever you say, honey.” Kit released his hair so that it flopped back over his forehead and shrouded his eyes. He leaned into Ross, pressing his face to the hard plane of his stomach. “Mind if I engage in a sniffle or two now? It bloody hurts.”
It wasn’t quite so easy to shrug away the intimacy when he put it like that. Ross cupped the back of Kit’s head and tried not to react to the rasp of Kit’s breath against his stomach. “Really, Kit, who was it? What happened?”
Kit simply pressed his face more firmly to Ross’s stomach. He wound his arms around Ross’s hips and squeezed him tight. Next minute he was kneading Ross’s arse and his lips were drawing shifting circles across Ross’s abs.
Ross stopped stroking his hair and tried to back step, but Kit clung on tight. He should have known this was coming from his experiences of old. Kit only had one avenue of expression—sex. It didn’t matter if he was miserable, in pain or delirious, everything sparked the same reaction. “Kit.” Ross wedged a hand between them and pushed. “I’m at work. We can’t do this.”
What he should have said was, “I’m not ever doing this”. He wasn’t. He had Evie. His relationship with Kit was remaining completely platonic. Unfortunately, his body didn’t agree with his brain. Just as they had that first night in the kitchen, Ross’s senses reeled and reared. His loins grew heavy and arousal danced up and down the length of his stiffening cock.
“No one’s going to come in,” Kit coaxed as he mouthed along the obvious swell in Ross’s trousers. “You’ve already bolted the door and I need the comfort.”
Comfort! He needed a lesson in propriety. Hadn’t this sort of behaviour led to all the trouble six years back? “You need to get a grip.”
“Excellent suggestion.” He pressed a hand between Ross’s legs and cupped his balls. Ross’s cock jerked and swelled, and Kit mouthed the very tip of it through the trouser fabric.
“I’ve appointments, Kit.”
The plea fell on deaf ears. Kit’s lips continued to move. His hand gently squeezed, causing shivers to run from the base of Ross’s spine down to his toes and then shoot right up his spine. Blood began to pool in his groin. His cock stiffened seeking further stimulation.
“Kit!”
“It’s fine, Ross. I’ll make you feel better. I know you were worried.” Kit’s nimble fingers worked open the belt. He gently peeled back Ross’s underwear and sucked the tip of his cock.
It didn’t matter how many times Ross said no, that intimate kiss bulldozed aside his reservations. Kit had the skills of a whore, only with more passion and extra guilt. Ross clung to him, guiding Kit’s head, as his hips picked up the rhythm. “Fuck, this is wrong. Oh, that’s good, oh, so good.” Evie would kill him. She’d wrap her fingers around his throat and throttle him. Even that thought didn’t stop the explosion of lust in his guts.
“Oh, Kit,” he sighed, lacing his fingers through the other man’s dark hair. Why wasn’t anything simple? The truth was, he did still want this. Their one brief time together in the past had been just that, too brief. They hadn’t had time to explore more than the basics. There’d been so much more he’d had planned out for them, when it’d all been cut so tragically short. He loved Evie. Loved her to bits, in fact, but this was different, separate to that. Fucking Kit was different, but perhaps not worth the risk of sacrificing something equally precious, especially when Kit could take off again at any moment. A flight back to Japan had to look more appealing than whatever had gone on this morning. Superglue aside, that cut was nasty.
“Stop it!” He pushed at Kit’s shoulder again. He needed to get a hold of himself. He wasn’t some randy irresponsible boy anymore. “Stop it! I don’t want an affair, Kit.” The force behind the push was enough to persuade Kit to release him. Ross zipped his fly before Kit launched another attack. “We can talk things over later, but we’re not falling into this. I know you’re hurt, but…”
Kit continued to gaze up at him from his knees, while sucking his thumbnail. He rose, looked as if he were about to say something, then retreated and undid the bolt on the door.
“Where are you going?” Guilt pangs tightened the muscles in Ross’s chest, making it hard to breathe without sounding as if he’d just run a four-minute mile. “I mean—maybe you shouldn’t go back to the cottage just yet. Not alone. You’re supposed to stay with somebody after a head injury.”
“Are you suggesting I sit in on your dog grooming?”
“I’m not sure that’d work.”
“It definitely wouldn’t work.”
Genuinely concerned, Ross reached out a hand to stop him.
Kit blinked ever so slowly at the gentle pull upon his wrist, then the corners of his lips turned up and the inky depths of his eyes lit with mischievous sparkles. “Maybe I’ll stop by and take Evie out for lunch.”
The words were barely out before Ross’s heart thudded hard against his chest. Jealousy curled his lip, but he forced himself to be calm and rational. Kit knew how to play him, and that’s all he was doing. He wouldn’t follow through with his implied wickedness, and Evie wouldn’t stand for his nonsense anyway. There was nothing to fear, despite the rapid pitter-patter of his pulse.
“There’s not a problem with that, is there?”
“No.” Ross spoke too fast. “I’m sure she’ll be delighted. She commented last night that you hadn’t been around much for her to get to know you.”
Kit’s malevolent smile broadened. “Then I’ll be sure to spill all my dirtiest deeds and yours too. All except the one about us, of course. Whereabouts up at the big house is she?”
“Um, Fridays she’s normally in the tearoom.”
“Wonderful. I could do with a cupper.”
