Page 28 of Enticement
Could she believe a thing he said? He seemed to talk in circles, never sticking on one topic long enough for her to draw any conclusions.
“Evie,” he sighed, dragging her thoughts off in yet another direction. “I take it you realize where your hand is?”
“Hm.”Clamped around his truly delectable butt.
“Like, inside my underwear.”
“Oh! Right… Yeah.” She hadn’t been concentrating on that, only on what he was doing. He’d turned up the collar of her coat, and still had hold of the edges, which he was using to draw her inexorably closer. Just one kiss, said his expression. You know you want to, and it won’t hurt anyone.
Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn’t. What if it were true that he and Ross were lovers? Nah, it wasn’t. How could it be? Ross had never shown any signs of being homo-curious. Her fingers curled into the bare flesh of Kit’s arse, where she’d unconsciously sought the feel of his skin and had pushed her hand under the hems of his T-shirt and jacket and inside the back of his trousers.
“Evie.” She heard him call her name as clearly as if he’d said it aloud, but his lips never moved. Instead he continued to look at her, his gaze intently focused, and his lips ever so slightly parted, so that they invited her to stretch up and taste him.
Kit had such incredibly sensual lips, slim but mobile and so expressive. Her lips tingled with the prospect of savouring him, of kissing him slowly while she raked her nails across his back. Her next breath seemed to stall in her chest. Kit continued to hold her, his touch barely there and yet curiously supportive. An image of them sat side by side in the car swam in her field of vision, her hand upon his cock, stroking him, then her leaning over and tasting him, blowing him as if it were the most natural thing in the world and not a good way to get done for public indecency.
But the montage of eroticism didn’t stop there, more images bombarded her sense, snapshots of them naked and fucking, and of Ross entwined around them.
Stop it, she thought. Take a deep breath and step back.
The trouble was…her feet didn’t want to move. Instead, the tension between them built until it virtually crackled in the air, and creeping lines of fire flowed across her skin, making her breasts tingle with the need to be touched. Still she didn’t move, and nor did Kit. Instead, he just looked at her with his deep dark eyes, right at her as if he could see into her soul and there was a light there drawing him closer.
“Evie.” This time the whisper was real. It rippled across her senses, a gentle breeze across her lips as he leaned forward. Yet it whipped tornado-like at her insides, throwing everything into disarray. Nothing made sense anymore. With a single action he’d destroyed her inner peace and wreaked abject chaos. Even so, she didn’t want to undo the kiss. No, she wanted more than that simple intimate brushing of lips. She wanted a real, all out, tongue-clashing tango.
She leaned into his body. Let the warmth of him seep into her skin. The second kiss wasn’t cautious. He struck boldly, pulling her to him, one hand upon her shoulder, the other splayed possessively across her lower back. He kissed as she imagined he would. Giving all, taking only what she willingly offered. Demanding nothing and everything. His tongue stroked hers, coaxed her further into submission.
Evie wrapped her arms around his broad back and clung to him, her fingers sliding over the contoured planes of wiry muscle beneath his clothing. Kit reciprocated, startling her with the coldness of his fingertips as they stroked upwards beneath her clothing to cup one breast.
His fingers closed upon the nipple, gently rolled it.
“Come back to the car,” she gasped.
“Best not,” he whispered. Before she could ask why, he grasped her hand and turned it so that he could press it to the swell of his cock. “If we go anywhere warm I might get ideas.” As if fondling her breasts and driving himself up against her palm weren’t already building to that. “I want you, Evie. Why do you think I got out of the car? You weren’t supposed to follow.”
“I’m still not letting you walk home in this.”
“Then what are you doing? What arewedoing?”
He kissed her again, hard. Bruising her lips. Kit walked her backwards towards the wall. He unfastened the fly of her tailored trousers and pushed his hand inside, found the edge of her panties and pushed inside those too, so that two long fingers speared through her curls and into the dripping heat of her slit.
Evie hissed as he touched her clit. The snow-covered wall was cold against her back. Thicker flakes hung in the air around them and caught in Kit’s hair and eyelashes. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as his fingers moved, sliding back and forth in her heat and wetness, and touching her clit. She drowned in the coal-dark pools of his eyes as streamers of pleasure ran through her body. “Kit. Kit,” she sang out, clinging to him for support.
She was buzzing, steadily climbing that vertigo-inducing slope towards orgasm. Tighter… Faster… Her broad hips swaying to the dancing rhythm of his fingers. God, the heat and smell of him were too much. She wanted to rub up against him like her bloody cat.
“Oh, yes. That’s it. Ride it. Give in to it.” Just the sound of his voice growling in her ear pushed her higher.
So close now. So close. The climb was so swift. There was no time for thoughts or comprehension, only for sensation. Her thighs trembled. Her fingers curled into the toned muscles of his back, nails digging into the flesh, her hands inside his clothing. Hell, she was almost there. Just a touch farther to the right…
Kit responded as if they were psychically bound, stroking quickly and lightly, then slowing down for a few heartbeats before picking up the pace again and making her whimper.
She was going to come.
As if the realization was the requisite spark, her muscles pulled tight, and a long whimper of pleasure tore through her chest.
Kit’s fingers slowed. He pressed hard on her clit, extending the moment of pleasure into a series of crests, each satisfyingly sweet, until the last pulse died away and she collapsed against him, thoroughly spent.
“Your eyes are turquoise when you come,” he said.
The moment the endorphins and adrenaline surge passed, guilt hit her in a nausea-inducing wave. “Oh god!” Evie pulled back from him, breathing hard. What the hell had she been thinking? Was she out of her bleeding mind?
