Mr. Insatiable (15 page)

He shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. Did it cheer you up?”

She smiled. “You know it did.”

“Well, then.”

“That’s not the point. It feels...unfair. I was so on the rebound.”

“I knew that. It’s didn’t bother me, love. I wanted to help. Andy was a jerk to cheat on you, and it cut me up to think he couldn’t please you in bed.”

“He tried,” she said half-heartedly, “and it was my f—”

“Don’t you dare,” he said sharply, cutting her off mid-sentence and pointing his finger at her. “Don’t you dare say it was your fault. There’s no excuse for not being able to please your partner in bed–all it takes is willingness to put aside your own desires–and I’m talking for half an hour here, not a decade or anything.”

She blinked, slightly shocked at his anger. “I think that ability is rarer than you realize.”

“Sorry, I don’t buy that. There’s no excuse for a guy being bad in bed. I’m no Casanova. I don’t know any secret techniques, and there are no magic buttons.” He thought about it as she raised an eyebrow, and he smiled. “Okay, maybe one or two.” Her cheeks grew warm at the memory of how he’d known exactly what buttons to press to arouse her.

He picked up her hand, lacing their fingers together. “But seriously, it doesn’t take years of training to become a good lover. You have to want to please your partner, that’s all. And take the time to find out what they like, because everybody’s different.”

She studied their interlinked fingers, pondering on his words. “Do you think the secret to a good sexual relationship is finding someone who likes to do the same stuff as you in bed?”

He thought about it. “I suppose it helps. But not necessarily. I mean, Beatrix wasn’t adventurous in bed and wasn’t keen on kinky stuff, but I loved her–or thought I did at the time–and that wouldn’t have stopped me from staying with her if everything else had been right.” He stopped talking, and raised an eyebrow.

She blinked. “What?”

“Your face is a picture.”

She glanced around, making sure she wasn’t being overhead before she spoke quietly. “Kit?”

“Yes...” he asked warily.

“Would you describe yourself as kinky?”

“Er...I suppose it depends on your definition.”

“Let’s take
your
definition. What was it you said? Handcuffs. Porn. Sex toys.” She moistened her lips, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “Anal sex.”

He stared at her for a moment, his lips beginning to curve. “I’ve been known to indulge.”

“In which ones?”

He held her gaze. “All of them.”

“Oh.”

They studied each other for a moment. Eventually he grinned. “You look like I said I won a million dollars.”

“You shocked me.” She swallowed a mouthful of her whisky, and it burned down to her stomach.

“Those things aren’t that unusual. You’re just surprisingly innocent.”

“Which you like,” she said, knowing she’d guessed right when he gave a careless shrug and smiled. “What else have you done?”

He chuckled. “You want a list?”

“If you like.”

“I’m not going to give you a complete rundown of my sex life, Celt. A man has to have some secrets.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She took a cube of ice into her mouth and crunched it. “Okay, tell me. Um… Have you ever gone to a strip club?”

“Yes.”

“Had a lap dance?”

He grinned. “Yes.”

“Slept with a prostitute?”

An exasperated look. “No. Jeez.”

She tried to think what else to ask him. “Ever had a threesome?” He opened his mouth, but as his eyes met hers, his lips curved and he looked away, unable to deny it. “You have,” she exclaimed. “Kit Fawkes.”

“I was very drunk.”

“Don’t try to get out of it. Who was it with?”

“Someone from uni. It was after a party. And
lots
of whisky.”

She met his gaze, intrigued. “So it was a girl, and...another girl? Or a guy?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “A guy.”

“Ooh. Anyone I know?”

Again he went to deny it, but clearly he had trouble lying to her, because the words stuck in his throat.

“Charlie?” she wondered aloud.

He laughed. “No.”

“Who then?” She studied him, frowning at his amused gaze, and realization suddenly dawned. “Tris? Oh my God, Kit!”

“As I said, we were
very
drunk, it was
very
late, and I don’t remember much of it.” He sipped his drink.

“Did you and Tris make out?”

He coughed into the whisky. “Enya! Fucking hell, no, of course not.”

She giggled. “So you didn’t snog or anything.”

“Far out...I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Absolutely you should. Now I have perfect blackmail material.” She winked at him. A pained look crossed his face, and she sighed. “Don’t worry. I won’t say anything. Yet.” She studied him for a moment, intrigued and titillated at the thought of him sharing a girl with her brother. “So...what happened?”

“I refuse to say anything else in case I drop myself further in it.”

She poked him with her toe. “You can’t leave it there. Who was the girl? Was it Beatrix?”

He started laughing then. “No. God no. There’s no way she would have done anything like that. It was pre-Bea.”

“Huh.”

He tipped his head. “Something tells me you’re not disappointed with that. I thought you liked her?”

“I tried to like her because
you
liked her.”

“But it didn’t work?”

“No.” She looked at her glass. “You deserve better.”

“Better?”

“Someone who...appreciates you.”

“You don’t think Beatrix appreciated me?”

“If I bought a several thousand dollar computer that played hi-quality computer games, DVDs and music, and did wonderful presentations, I wouldn’t use it as a calculator, you know?”

He grinned at her. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

She met his gaze, unable to stop the smile spreading across her face. “I’m going to call you Kinky Kit from now on.”

He laughed. “Why are you so fascinated?”

“I don’t know. It’s that word. Kinky. It even
sounds
kinky. It suits you perfectly.” She moistened her lips again with her tongue. “How does it work? When there are two guys?”

“Oh come on, you must have read some of those sexy ménage books out there.”

“Humor me. I’d like details.”

He gave her an ‘I’m not going to play’ look. “Pieces of the male anatomy are inserted into various orifices.”

“Ooh, you make it sound so romantic.” They both laughed. “At the same time?” she prompted.

“Sometimes. Use your imagination.”

She shivered with erotic fascination. “What’s your favorite orifice?”

He just looked at her.

“Come on, tell me. Which one did you...inhabit, during the threesome?”

He scratched his neck again. “Various. It was a long evening. Can we change the subject?”

“Do you like anal sex, Kit?”

He tipped his head at her again, giving the same sort of look a parent gives a child when they repeatedly shout the word ‘butt’ to them in public. “Enya...”

“What? You’re supposed to be educating me. Do you like it?”

“Yes, Enya, I happen to enjoy anal sex. There. Satisfied?”

She met his gaze, a frisson of desire running up her spine. “Mm.”

“Do you?”

Her cheeks went hot. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it.” She watched his gaze settle on her mouth. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing sped up. “I...I don’t know.”

“Okay, let me put it this way. Do you think
you’re
kinky?”

She nibbled her bottom lip. “I don’t know. I didn’t used to think so.”

“And now?”

Her gaze met his. Her cheeks grew warm in answer.

Smiling, he finished off his drink. “Another?”

“Sure. Why not?” He sauntered off to get them another whisky.

Chapter

13

Enya watched him walk to the bar, her heart pounding. It felt incredibly wicked, talking to him about the sort of things she wouldn’t have dared to speak to anyone else about. And yet there was also something safe about it, because it was Kit, and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, or embarrass her–only in a sexy way, anyway.

He returned with their drinks and sat closer to her this time, pulling her legs across his lap, laying his arm behind her, along the window sill. They were tucked in the corner of the bar, and nobody appeared to be watching. The hair stood up on the back of her neck. His chest was firm against her arm, and the scent of his aftershave rose off his warm skin. The whisky threaded through her veins, and some of the tension of the day slipped away, along with some of her inhibitions.

She cleared her throat. “Kit, would you have a threesome with me and another guy?”

“Absolutely not.”

She blinked, surprised at his vehemence. “Why not?”

“I’d kill another guy if he touched you.” He didn’t smile. He looked perfectly serious. She shivered at the thought of Kit, a teddy bear incarnate, threatening violence because another man touched her.

He smiled sexily. “But fantasy’s something else. I’m happy to use my imagination.”

“Oh.”

He played with her hair, curling it around his fingers, and she shivered. “Would you like another man or a woman in your threesome?”

She licked her lips. “Another woman would be interesting. We could play with each other while you watched.” His gaze went slightly unfocussed as his eyes widened, and she giggled. “You should see your face.”

“Hey, girl on girl? That’s every man’s fantasy.”

“You’re so predictable.”

“Of course I’m predictable. I’m a guy.” His fingers stroked the nape of her neck. “What about with another guy?”

“Mm. Not Tris, though.”

He laughed. “No, maybe not. Too much like a Greek play for my liking.”

She giggled and then caught her breath as he placed a kiss on her neck. “Ooh.”

He raised his head and gave her another sexy smile, moving slightly closer to her so she nestled in the crook of his arm. “So what other erotic fantasies have you been dreaming about in the quiet of your bedroom, Miss O’Donnell?”

She thought of how she’d pleasured herself the night before, thinking of him. “Um...”

He nuzzled her ear. “Come on, tell me.”

“I don’t know. I’m embarrassed.”

He ran his tongue around her earlobe, chuckling as she shivered. “Rubbish. You just asked me if I like anal sex, for Christ’s sake.”

“It’s one thing to ask you something like that–another to tell you the sort of deepest, darkest fantasies I’ve never told anyone else.”

He lifted his head and studied her. “Okay, I’ll make it easier for you. Let’s start with something easy. Would you like...oral sex?” He brushed his lips across hers.

“To give or receive?”

“Either.”

“Um...yes.”

“Which?”

She sighed as he kissed her neck again. “Both.”

“Hm.” He shifted on the seat, placing his glass on the table for a moment, and as he adjusted his pants, she realized it was because he had a raging erection. She laughed.

He picked up his glass again, raising an eyebrow. “You’re surprised?”

“Not really. I’m beginning to understand the male libido. I’ve read that men think about sex about ten times an hour–do you think that’s right?”

“Oh, I’d say that was a vast understatement.” His eyes glittered in the lamplight.

“In your case.”

“Well, I can only speak from personal experience.”

“So how many times an hour do
you
think about sex?”

“Fifty-nine.” He grinned. “The other minute I’m usually thinking about food.”

She laughed, liking this intimate banter, enjoying teasing him, and enjoying the obvious effect she had on him. She shifted her feet in his lap, ‘accidentally’ brushing his erection, and giggled when he sighed.

He swallowed a mouthful of whisky, amused. “Okay, so where were we?” He studied her, his eyes half-lidded with drink and desire. “Oral...hmm...what about...sex toys. Ever used a vibrator?”

“No.”

“Ah. That’s a crime. They’re one of mankind’s better inventions.”

“I’m embarrassed to say I don’t know much about them. Other than they look like penises and vibrate.”

“Not always,” he said, amused.

“Huh?”

“There are lots of different kinds. Some are phallic. Then there are some smaller ones that you insert and walk around with.”