Page 35 of Enticement
“No—really, or no—yes, please?”
“No.”
“When did you dream it? The first night? I thought of you too, while I was stuck in that unfeasibly narrow guest bed of yours, all about how good you looked astride Ross’s lap and how I really wanted to take what he’d been offering me.”
Evie groaned, as Kit moved over her, and pressed kiss after exquisite little kiss, after sharp little bite to her neck and chin.
“Come to me tonight, Evie. I want to make love to you while I can still smell his scent on your skin. I want to make love to you knowing he’s just spent himself inside you.”
Her breath forced its way from her chest as a gasp. What he was saying ought to revolt her. Instead, it was turning her on. She’d never been with two men in the same month before, let alone while the sweat of one encounter still lay fresh upon her skin.
Kit clasped both wrists in one of his large hands and used his other to shove up her top and bra. Her breasts spilled heavily, the nipples pointedly erect. “I love that you’re so responsive.” He blew across the steepled peak, prompting a groan. Then he yanked down her trousers and panties. He ran his fingers through her curls and dabbed them into the slick wet heat of her cunt. Finally, he pressed his cock where his fingers had explored so that he coated himself in her arousal.
Evie lifted her hips, wanting him, aching for him. Her muscles protested over the position, but regardless, she pushed her hips up, high on the feel of his hard heat between her thighs.
“You know we can’t do this, right?” he purred into her ear, provoking a desperate “huh”. “We wouldn’t want to go getting that intimate on a first date without some additional wrapping now, would we?”
God, how could he think so rationally?
Condoms! What she wouldn’t give for a pack of them to pop into existence and land at his fingertips.
“So this has just been one long tease,” she moaned.
Kit touched her clit again. “Come on, Evie. You know you don’t really want me to do this naked. Who knows where I’ve been.”
“I don’t.” What he said made absolute sense, but they were so—oo close.
“Don’t you carry one in your wallet?”
“It’s in the house.” A look of pure wickedness crept across his face. “Do you want me to run and get one?”
“Fuck, no.” Never mind Ross being due home; she wasn’t having him give the neighbours an eyeful.
“A good fuck is exactly what I’m offering.” The sound of a thrumming engine filtered in from outside. “Ah, I think that’s the decision made.”
Evie groaned as the headlights of Ross’s car briefly lit up the interior of the shed as he pulled onto the drive. “Get off me.” For a good forty seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, Kit didn’t move. He stared down at her, while Evie struggled, convinced that Ross would throw open the door and find them strewn across the coal sacks as close to penetration as it was physically possible to get without actually doing the deed. “Please.” Finally, he uncurled his fingers from around her wrists.
Evie leapt up and warily righted her clothes. Coal dust streaked her trousers and coat, and black fingerprints dotted various bits of her skin. Not sure what else to do, she flung open the door and fled.
Ross called to her as she ran towards the back steps, but she didn’t turn or stop. She kept on running until she reached the bathroom. There, behind the frosted screen of glass bricks, she stripped off her clothes and stepped under the shower. Icy water pounded her skin like thousands of stinging needles. What had she just done? More importantly, what sort of message had she just given Ross? Guilt sat ill on Evie’s shoulders.I’ve got to tell him. That was assuming Kit didn’t simply out them both by strolling out of the coalhouse with his tackle hanging out.
Any minute…any minute, Ross would be hammering on the door, telling her it was over.
“You idiot,” she cursed herself, banging her head against the tiles. “You bloody fool.”
Slowly, sickeningly, the water temperature rose. The rivulets trickled down her face, mixing with the scalding tears. Be honest, she counselled herself as she sniffled into a flannel. Face Ross like an adult and tell him what you’ve done and how you feel. Find out if Kit’s being remotely honest, and if he’s not, tell him to take a hike and find somewhere else to stay.
Chapter Eight
Rather than chasing Evie, Ross hung back on the driveway, his arm looped over the top of the open driver’s side door. Sure enough the cause of her flight appeared, as anticipated, a moment later. “Do I want to know the reason she’s just run upstairs?” he asked Kit. There were several possibilities trundling around his brain already. In his experience women only ran for a handful of reasons a) they were masochistic Olympians, b) they were being chased and didn’t actually want to get caught, and c) they felt guilty and wanted to avoid blurting out whatever sin currently consumed them.
His friend gave him a troubled smile. Troubled, Ross noted, rather than guilty. Kit reserved his guilt for one topic in particular. Still, as Ross’s gaze wandered over Kit’s wiry form there were certain giveaway signs to what he’d intruded upon. Kit’s fingernails were full of coal dust. No surprise, since he’d just come out of the shed. Obviously, the fuel delivery had arrived. But not even Kit could get turned on by a few bags of coal. No, clearly the hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower he was sporting came courtesy of Evie.
“Have you been warming that up for me, or getting frisky with my lady?” he asked.
Kit crossed his arms and slumped back against the wall. His gaze turned skyward, chin up in the air. The pose was pure feigned nonchalance. Ross got right up in his face and wrapped a hand around Kit’s balls. That got his attention.
“It’s bad enough when you fuck with me, Kit. Don’t start screwing with Evie’s head, or I’ll start screwing with you.”
