Mr. Insatiable (20 page)

“Oh...”

He guided it down, adjusting the angle to slide it inside her.

“Oh, Kit.” She opened her eyes, startled.

His lips hovered over hers, and he kept his hand still, letting the vibrations move through her. “Want me to stop?”

She breathed quickly, her breasts pressing against his arm, shuddering at the sensations. Finally she swallowed, shaking her head and whispering, “No,” and closed her eyes again.

“Good.” He kissed her, using his thumb to tease her most sensitive spot as the vibrator continued to arouse her. He moved his mouth down to her nipples again, and it wasn’t long before her breathing started to grow erratic.

Lifting his head, he withdrew the vibrator, watching her. She opened her eyes and glared at him, chest heaving. “Kit!”

“What?” He feigned innocence. “Did I do something wrong?”

Frustrated, her cheeks flushing, she rolled away from him, lifting herself onto her elbows and starting to pick at the knots in the scarf, but he caught her hands, half laying on her so she couldn’t move away. “You think that will stop me?” he murmured in her ear. Still holding her hands with one of his, he pushed her legs apart with his knees and brushed the vibrator up her thigh to her beautiful butt.

She caught her breath. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He moved the tip down to catch some of her slippery moisture, then back up to tease her tight entrance.

“Kit!” She rested her forehead on his hand. “Oh God.”

He kissed her neck, pressing the vibrator so the tip slid in and out. “Oh yeah.”

“You are...”

“What am I?” He watched her lift her head and he turned her face to kiss her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

She groaned. “Terrible. Wicked. Depraved.”

“That sounds like me.” He continued to torture her. “Actually, it sounds a bit like you, too.”

“No it doesn’t. I’m...innocent.”

He laughed, biting her earlobe. “Yeah, right.”

“Ouch. Well, I was. Until you corrupted me.”

He pressed the vibrator deeper inside her. “Don’t you like it, Enya?” He studied her flushed cheeks and the way she’d caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you want me to stop?”

She opened her eyes then. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”

“Yep.” He held the vibrator still, letting it work its magic as he kissed her again. “Because you look so fucking sexy when you blush.”

“Kit!”

“What?” He groaned as she moved her hips, enjoying the movement of the vibrator inside her. “That’s it. If I’m not in you in, like, five seconds, I’m going to explode.”

“And that would be such a waste.” She gave a long moan as he withdrew the vibrator.

He switched it off, putting it to one side, and moved on top of her, guiding the tip of his erection into her soft folds. “I’m afraid I don’t vibrate.”

“True, but you do have other, added benefits.” She lifted her hips and he thrust inside her in one smooth move. “Oh... My... God... Kit...”

Supporting himself on his hands, he closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her so hot and wet around him. Slowly, he moved inside her.

“Oh...” She looked over her shoulder at him and he kissed her, long and deep. He gave several short, shallow thrusts, and she dropped her head again with a moan. “Kit...”

“Tell me what you want.” He slid his hand beneath her and teased her with light strokes of his fingers.

“I want you.”

“How do you want me? Tell me.” She’d started to lose control, and it thrilled him.

“Hard,” she said, surprising him. “Fuck me hard, please Kit...”

He didn’t need telling again. He’d tried to be gentle with her, afraid of hurting her or scaring her, but now he realized she needed more than that. She wanted all of him–wanted to taste the depth of passion he’d hinted was inside them both. She didn’t want him to hold back. So he gave into his desire and took her hard and fast, driving into her and losing himself in her, his skin sliding over hers with sweat, filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh and their groans and cries. They came in a clench and burn of muscle, hoarse shouts and a rush of heat that left them wet and exhausted and panting in the humid air of the room.

Kit withdrew from her and fell back on the bed, aware of her finally unpicking the knots of the scarf before lying on her front, unmoving and completely sated.

She spoke first. “Wow.”

He didn’t have the energy to laugh. “Yeah.”

“I mean... Wow. You are amazing, Kit Fawkes.”

“Thanks. You too.”

“No, I mean it. I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

He glanced over, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She smiled, suddenly shy. “But I haven’t done it like that before.”

He managed to raise an eyebrow. “You’ve never been taken from behind?”

“Jeez... Nicely put. But no.”

He rolled onto his side, propping up his head, studying her flushed cheeks. “What
did
Andy do in bed, exactly?”

“Kit...”

He sighed and reached out to stroke her face. “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was...feral.” Her eyes glittered. “Animal.”

“Like a lion taking a lioness?”

“I was thinking more of a couple of horny mongrels.” They started laughing.

She moved closer to him and kissed him, lingering, her lips brushing his. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you are so welcome sweetheart.”

She curled up against him, and he put his arms around her.

“We’re sticky,” she complained.

He yawned. “Good sex always is.”

“I don’t know why you’re not married ten times over.”

Because I was waiting for you
.

He didn’t say it though. He tightened his arms around her and kissed her hair. She wouldn’t let him go after what they’d experienced during their holiday, would she? She couldn’t–it would be an absolute crime.

He debated whether to talk to her about it, but decided he didn’t want to ruin the mood if she argued with him. There would be plenty of time to discuss it when they got back. For now, he’d just enjoy being with her.

* * * *

Enya watched him fall asleep. Gradually his arms loosened around her and his breathing grew regular and shallow. Most people looked younger when they were asleep, but Kit looked the same, because he so rarely wore a frown and was always smiling. He was such a strong, kind, gentle man–she hadn’t expected him to have this layer of intense sexuality, this depth of feeling, or to be so commanding in the bedroom. She’d assumed there would be heat between them, but she hadn’t expected fireworks. She’d thought they’d go back to being friends, their relationship enriched by the experience they’d shared.

Of course, she’d been incredibly naive. How was she going to be able to go back to being friends with him when they returned, when every time she looked at him she was remembering him kissing her as he moved inside her? How could they stay friends when she was going to be eaten alive with jealousy if she saw him kissing and touching another woman? Her stomach roiled and acid burned in her throat at the thought.

But she’d have to deal with it. What was the option? Never see him again? Tears pricked her eyes. Besides which, it was impossible, because he was Tris’s business partner and she didn’t want to cause Tristan trouble. No, when they returned she’d have to cope as best as she could and move on, looking the other way whenever Kit brought a new girl home. And eventually, one day she’d find someone else and it would stop hurting.

Was there another man out there who could make her feel how Kit made her feel? She studied his face, running her gaze down his body where he lay sprawled, uncovered by the duvet, his skin still shining with moisture in the heat of the room. There would be other men with great physiques, with significant bedroom skills, who could make her laugh. But would she ever be able to trust them as she trusted Kit? Maybe, eventually. But it would take a long time. And maybe she’d never be able to find anyone who made her feel like he did.

She should tell him that she couldn’t have children. She knew it instinctively. He deserved to know–she should have confided in him ages ago. And knowing would ensure that he realized there was no future for the two of them. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, because the admission came with a tinge of shame, even though she knew it was ridiculous and it wasn’t her fault. But she didn’t want him to see her as less than perfect. Not yet, anyway.

She’d got herself into this predicament–she’d have to get herself out of it. Until then, she had one more day and night to enjoy his company, and she wasn’t going to waste it.

She kissed his ear. “Kit?” She ran her tongue around the rim and blew on it, then nibbled the lobe. “Kit...”

He stirred. “Mm?”

“Come and play with me.” She slid her hand down his damp chest into the curls of hair in his groin and threaded her fingers through them.

“I’m asleep.”

She propped herself up and pressed her breasts against his chest, giving him soft kisses, running her tongue along his bottom lip. He gave a short laugh and opened one eye. “I thought I’d satisfied you.”

“I’m never satisfied when you’re around.”

“A man needs to recharge, Enya.”

“I thought you were insatiable.”

“It’s you that’s insatiable.” He sighed as she stroked him, his body responding and hardening in her hand.

“There’s a good boy.” She kissed him again. He brought up a hand and cupped her head, holding her as he deepened the kiss. She continued to stroke him, eventually lifting her head and saying, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Never.” He pulled her on top of him, making her squeal. “The word no isn’t in my vocabulary where sex is concerned. It’s like rainclouds in Africa.”

“Wet?”

“Few and far between, and you have to make the most of it when it comes because you might not get anymore for a while.”

She laughed, sitting astride him and welcoming him inside her.

Just think about now, this moment. Worry about the future later
.

Chapter

17

They had sex once more in the night and again the following morning, sleepy and sticky in the already humid air. Kit took his time making love to her as if he had all the time in the world, intent on drawing out the experience and delighting in her body. But for Enya desperation twisted her inside each time she held him, as if the impending end of their relationship hung over her, unstoppable as a stampede.

Their last day in China was bittersweet for her. Charlie took them to the Summer Palace, such a romantic location with the beautifully named Longevity Hill rising above the quiet waters of Kunming Lake. They went on a boat trip around the lake, observing the pagodas rising through the forested slopes, and Kit held her hand, comforting her just by being there.

In the afternoon, Charlie took them to a market, and she watched with amusement as Kit bartered with the locals, buying a selection of T-shirts and knickknacks to take back to their friends and family. After this, they went for dinner, another sumptuous meal at a classy restaurant.

When Charlie went to the bathroom, Kit took her hand and said apologetically, “He wants to take us to a fireworks show tonight. He’s so enthusiastic about it–I’m not sure how to get out of it.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind.” Enya smiled, meaning it, knowing that in spite of his eagerness to get her into bed, Kit would adore a Chinese fireworks show. And also, although she was looking forward to getting back to the hotel room, suddenly it wasn’t just about having sex with him. She was enjoying being with him, talking with him, listening to his witty anecdotes. She had it bad, and it was only getting worse. Thank goodness they were going back the next day. And yet also she couldn’t believe the wonderful time she was having was coming to an end.

She sat through the show, holding Kit’s hand the whole time, and enjoyed the display, as well as his obvious delight in the pyrotechnics. And then it was time to say goodbye to Charlie, who promised Kit he’d call in and see him when he returned to Auckland in a few weeks’ time. They waved goodbye to him at the hotel entrance and then made their way up to their rooms.

Outside the door, Kit paused. “Your place or mine?” He cupped her cheek. “Or do you want some time alone? I have rather commandeered you this holiday.”

“No, I don’t want to be alone.” She slid her keycard through the slot and pushed open the door, bringing him with her.

Inside, she turned on the lights over the bed, because she knew he liked to watch her while they made love, and left the air conditioning off, because he liked it when the room grew warm and their skin became slick with sweat. Pushing him up against the wall, she kissed him, pressing herself against the length of his body as he tightened his arms around her, and she slid her hands into his hair, scraping her nails along his nape until he shivered.

She undressed him slowly, taking her time to unbutton his shirt, then his pants, enjoying revealing his muscular body piece by piece, covering his skin with kisses as she discovered it. Kit let her explore him, watching her fondly, seeming to understand that she wanted to be in control, liking the way she caressed with her hands, lips and tongue.