Page 43 of Enticement
Kit gave another chuckle. “Did that years ago. No—” he stepped out of the shower in order to take her hand, “—this is about you and me, and how desperate I am to see you come. You look bloody fantastic when you come, did you know that? You get this glow about you, and there’s this light in your eyes.” His lips traced her knuckles, and his tongue dabbed between the join of her index and middle fingers. “Make a decision, Evie.” He glanced at the shower and then at the bathroom door. “And make it quickly, or I’m going to do it for you.”
Although she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was, Evie sensed a switch in him. Maybe it was down to stance, or the hardening of his expression, there was certainly a flare of the dramatic burning behind that ultimatum.
It would be so easy to step forward, wrap her arms around him and forget everything, but loyalty to Ross kept her rooted to the spot. Before today, she’d never cheated. Not once. Ever.
“Okay, answer me this? What’s it going to take?”
“I need to talk to Ross.”
Kit grabbed a towel. “Okay, we’ll go talk to him now. Then we can both fuck him after.”
“No!” Horrified at the thought of waking Ross to have Kit ask him if it was okay for them to have sex, she snatched the towel away from Kit. “Don’t you dare!”
“Why not, what are you frightened of?”
“I’d rather be crucified for actual crimes than the suggestion of them.”
Kit stopped struggling with her for the towel. “That settles it then.” He grasped her upper arms and somehow manoeuvred her into the shower, while simultaneously stripping the dressing gown from her back. He backed her up against the glass bricks, lifted one of her legs up against the top of his thigh, then clasped her wrists together high above her head. His cock nuzzled against her body. She jerked and bit her lip as he pushed inside. His lips ravaged hers. He lifted her off the floor, drove into her over and over, fucking her until he jerked in a quick urgent climax.
Still inside her, he rubbed her clit. Rubbed until she tore shreds in the skin of his back, and her climax broke. She cried into his shoulder as its torrent washed through her, and the shower spray turned icy cold.
As they sat cuddled together in the bottom of the shower, Evie realized she understood something about Kit, and how he dealt with the world. Sex was his comfort zone. She retreated into chocolate; Ross went walking in the rain, but Kit… When Kit sought an answer, he looked to the comfort he could find in another’s body. She wondered how many one-night stands he’d had as a result. Had he actually been a host, or just a full on whore?
Evie eventually spent the night alone on the sofa. Kit tried to coax her into bed with him, but she was having none of it. Bad enough what she’d done already, she’d been weak, and had given in to her lust when she should have held her love for Ross in higher regard and stayed faithful. It’s just that Kit had a way of moving, of looking at her that left her feeling intoxicated. When she closed her eyes, she found she could still sense the scent and shape of his body pressed against hers, like a psychic impression upon her skin. And despite her guilt, she still wanted him again.
That was the really sickening part.
Once hadn’t put the flames out, it had merely fanned them to new heights.
Sitting shivering in the dark was her penance. Initially, she’d tried to climb back into bed with Ross, but guilt wouldn’t let her keep still, especially when he’d tried to snuggle against her back. She didn’t deserve to curl up with Ross or Kit, or even both of them together.
Yes, both of them together… Kit had firmly planted that image of him and Ross in the tent with that girl in her head. Every time she saw them together, it’s what she pictured. And she kept thinking that’s what Kit was driving at when he said Ross wouldn’t have a problem with them getting it on.
It’s just, if there wasn’t a problem… Why hadn’t it happened tonight? Ross’s actions on the sofa could easily have built to a fun time for all three of them. Instead, they’d hidden themselves in the bedroom and he’d tortured her with the fantasy of Kit.
“What’s going on, Ross?” she silently asked the darkness in the living room. “Won’t you talk and explain it to me?”
Chapter Eleven
Evie woke stiff and cold. Ross had thrown a blanket over her on his way out to work, and Mimmy lay curled upon her feet. She scampered upstairs, afraid of facing Kit in the daylight without Ross around, although really she ought to face him and reiterate that what had happened last night wasn’t occurring again, unless Ross specifically said it was okay. Though how exactly they were supposed to broach that topic, she wasn’t entirely sure.
To her surprise, the spare bedroom was empty. Kit, too, had slipped out, leaving her to sleep off the night’s excesses. Having dressed, Evie pottered back downstairs. She tried to eat breakfast, but only managed a spoonful before she pushed it away.
She had to be brave about this. She’d go over to the surgery and see Ross, explain what had happened with Kit and see if they couldn’t make sense of it. It meant risking her relationship, if he didn’t react how Kit anticipated, but if she said nothing, her own guilt would gnaw away at all that was good between them and destroy the relationship anyway.
They had to be able to trust one another.
Evie phoned ahead to Ross’s mobile; unfortunately, his phone had been switched off and the call transferred to voicemail. She hung up and tried the surgery reception desk instead. “He’s done for today,” said Iris. “Came in at seven and left at eleven. Bob’s covering the walk-in clinic.”
They chatted a moment, then Evie hung up and glanced at the clock. Ten past twelve. Even if the traffic was bad or he’d stopped at the shops on the way back he should have been home by now. She tried his mobile again, but it was still switched off.
Evie stared thoughtfully at Mimmy, then grabbed her coat and keys and left the house. She headed across the muddy green and down the lane. Rose Cottage was only couple of minutes walk away, and she needed the fresh air to clear her head. If she couldn’t talk to Ross, then she’d talk to Kit, assuming—and she had a deep suspicion—that she didn’t find her boyfriend over there too.
Sure enough, Ross’s car sat on the drive beside Kit’s.
Evie climbed the step to the front door and knocked, but there was no reply. She tried again, and met with the same response, so she went around the back and tried the kitchen door, which swung open on squeaky hinges.
“Ross…Kit…” Maybe Ross had agreed to help out with some of the work. They’d probably made the arrangement while they were playing video games last night, and he hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to mention it to her.
