Page 59 of Enticement
“Seen what, Evie?” he teased. Kit reached for a towel drying upon the Aga, but Evie snatched it from his hands and lashed him across the ribs leaving a broad red mark.
“Hey! Ow! What’s that for?” He wrestled her for the towel, and finally pinned her against the wall, so that she lay trapped between the unmovable stone and the wiry unyielding heat of his semi-naked body.
“Bastard,” she hissed into his mouth as his lips descended. Kit stopped short of making contact, so that his breath whispered across her lips, but there was no ravaging kiss in which to disperse her anger. “I can’t believe you’ve done it for them, but not for me.” Although a hint of playfulness rang in her voice, hurt stabbed at her chest. It seemed so unfair that he would perform for strangers but not for a lover.
Kit sandwiched their palms together either side of her head. “Done what, hmm?”
As if he needed her to explain. So, she had a fetish. There was nothing wrong with that.
Ross had suggested two days ago that she quit pestering Kit over that particular act and that they just get on with having fun, his theory being that fewer expectations would make for a less stressful relationship. In theory, it worked. Only, Kit knew what she wanted and that she was constantly biting her tongue. He teased her mercilessly, refusing to let her see so much as him touching himself, although he’d happily spend hours toying with Ross’s cock without the slightest hesitation. He’d even sat with her and watched Ross masturbate.
“Are we by any chance talking about the M word?”
Evie shook her head, still vexed by his teasing. “Actually, I came to ask you about Tony.”
Kit released his grip and dropped his hands to his sides. “What about him?” He rubbed at the scabby line still above his right brow.
“I bumped into him outside the post office. He wasn’t all that friendly.”
“Did he threaten you?”
She shook her head, eyes narrowing with suspicion and alarm at the tone of his voice. “Ross told me that you and Tony have an ex in common.”
Kit rested his bum against the lip of the Belfast Sink. “Not exactly. It was more a case of I got there first. It’s hardly my fault that he took so bloody long to ask her out.”
“Guess he was pretty hung up on her to still be pissed at you after all this time.”
“Guess so.” Kit turned away and pulled his T-shirt on again. “Come on. I’ll drop you at work before I head out to B&Q.”
The feeling of unease between them persisted while Kit gathered his things together. “You realize you still owe me a confession in exchange for the story I told you about Ross and I getting it on in the tent,” he said as he locked up.
Evie sniffed, recognizing the attempt to lighten the mood. “That was hardly about the pair of you getting it on. Hearing about your actual first time might be genuinely worth my attention.”
He laughed. “Come on, Evie. Spice the journey up for me. Tell me something really dirty and maybe I’ll give you a prize.”
Huffily, Evie climbed into the car. There’d be a catch. He’d try and fob her off with some other reward besides the one she wanted. “Nothing to say.”
“Nothing at all? Not even a nice PG-rated fantasy?”
“Nothing.”
“Clearly I need to up the incentive.” Kit’s eyes twinkled as he checked the mirrors before reversing into the lane. “How about if you make it good enough, I’ll really tell you about how Ross and I first got it on. But I’m warning you, it’s not entirely pretty.”
“I can ask Ross; he’ll tell me without the need to barter.”
“Okay, turn me on with your words and I’ll let you watch.”
“Watch what, Kit?” She wanted him to say it, so there could be no squirming out of the arrangement later.
“I’ll shake mythangfor your pleasure.”
She kept her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed. “You’ve got to actually say it.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll wank for your pleasure.”
“Great!” She grinned as sudden warmth heated her around the ears. Finally… Now, she just needed a good enough story. Unfortunately, the most adventurous sex she’d had prior to Ross and the move to Kirkley was balanced against the sink in her parent’s bathroom, halfway through the most excruciating meet-the-family dinner the universe had ever witnessed. Was it any wonder that particular relationship had only lasted two weeks?
“He’s back, he’s back, he’s back…”
