Page 42 of Enticement
“How—will you finish them?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Like this maybe?” He tugged the belt of her dressing gown so that the knot gave and unravelled, causing the edges of the robe to part. Evie quickly drew the towelling around herself, hiding the flash of creamy skin and the shadowy hint of curls over her mound.
“This is crazy,” she gasped.
He squinted at her, but didn’t prevent her hiding. “No, it’s honest.” A smile lighting his expression, Kit feathered his fingers over the front of his kimono, so that he traced the plane of his stomach through the silk. A tingle of excitement grew inside her at the display. Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and trace the wiry slabs of muscle that graced his torso, to explore each hollow and ridge, and make his nipples pucker into two sharp points. She wanted to caress his balls with her fingers and tongue, fall upon his cock again, wrap her fist around the shaft as it stood tall, and watch the resulting erotic meltdown occur in the depths of his eyes.
Kit shrugged off the mantle, and let it drop to the floor behind him, where it formed a puddle like an oil slick, full of rainbow hues.
“Kit…” She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Evie loved Ross’s rugged physique, the smattering of hair upon his chest, and the way his veins popped out and ran across his biceps, but Kit naked… Words really didn’t do him justice. Ripped and smooth, all long limbs and snaky hipped, he oozed the sort of magnetism that made you want to reach out and not only touch, but rub yourself against him. Bloody gorgeous didn’t come close to describing him.
Teetering, she stretched out her hand towards him, wanting the contact of skin against skin. Kit took hold and pressed her palm flat against his stomach, just shy of his erection.
If only she was as certain as he was that Ross wouldn’t object.
It wasn’t about making a choice in the end. Kit held her and he kissed her. She couldn’t avoid it, nor could she get him to release her once their lips met. He held her fast against the tiles, his naked body pressed to hers, a hot contrast to the wall behind, as he coaxed her with his tongue.
His hands slid inside her robe to rove lightly over her skin. He pinched her nipples, while his lips traced the pulse point in her neck. He sucked hard, making her whimper and cling to him, as sparks fired and joined together to zip between all of her pleasure points. Edging down onto his knees, he cupped her pussy and pushed his fingers into her cunt, to the welcoming slick sounds of her arousal.
“Do you remember earlier I said I wanted to smell where he had been? Well, I can smell him on you now. I’ll bet I can taste him too.” Naked before her, he crouched and drove his tongue between the wet lips of her sex.
Evie clung to the towel rail, unable to do much beside groan and support herself. That boy was downright wicked with his tongue and downright cheeky too, since he kept slipping it places he really shouldn’t. Not that he was going to taste Ross there, since he’d been fucking her bottom.
“Let’s do this right, this time, shall we?” Kit flopped back onto his haunches in order to rifle through the pockets of his kimono, from which he drew a tiny foil packet. Evie watched in mesmerized silence as he rolled the condom down his shaft. When he got to his feet again, reality struck like a bitch slap.
“Kit—I don’t know.”
“Come to bed with me.” Lie amongst the jumble in the spare room and let him make love to her, he meant.
“I’ve just…with Ross. Still smell of him…need shower.”
“The shower’s fine by me.”
“Huh!”
Kit scrambled to his feet and turned on the spray. He stood under the silver shower head and let the water cascade down his body in sinewy rivulets.
“I’d like to, but—”
“Forget the but in that sentence, and get your arse in here.”
“What if I can’t?” She clung to the edges of her robe, but failed to find any comfort in the soft loops of towelling.
Kit flashed her a devilish grin. “Then maybe I’ll go climb into bed with Ross, instead. It was 50/50 which way I went when I heard you cross the landing. He’s pretty hot stuff.”
More doubts and questions leapt through her mind. “He’s asleep, and he’s not into guys.”
A black hole opened in her reality when Kit began to howl with laughter. He flipped his wet hair out of his eyes and held his hand out towards her. “Keep telling yourself that, Evie.”
“He’s not gay,” she reiterated.
Merrily splashing about under the water now, Kit squirted a large dollop of Ross’s shower gel into his hand. “Never said he was. He’s bi. I’m bi. Likely we all swing that way a little bit, even you. Have you ever kissed another woman?”
Evie shook her head. “And I’m not about to.”
“Good, 'cause the only person I want you to be thinking about right now, is me.”
“Is this actually about us, then?” she asked, fanning her hands out to indicate them both. “Of simply some weird fucked-up way of you making a play for Ross?”
