Mr. Insatiable (16 page)

“Ooh.”

“Mm. And imagine if I was in charge of the remote control.”

She shivered at the thought of it.

“What about handcuffs? How do you feel about me chaining you to the bed and carrying out all manner of wicked things to you?”

She looked into his eyes, heart thumping. “I...don’t know...” Could he sense why she was hesitant?

He studied her for a moment. Then he brought his hand up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Let’s get one thing clear. If at any moment, I do or say anything you don’t like, you only have to say one thing–stop. Understand?”

She nodded. He raised an eyebrow. “I mean it, Celt. I’m not a mind reader. I like teasing you, and I admit the thought of carrying out every fantasy in the book with you turns me on, but I wouldn’t do anything without your permission.” He stroked her cheek. “Do you believe me?”

Tears welled in her eyes. He was so kind, so gentle. She loved him so much. She nodded again. “I trust you, Kit.” She swallowed.

He obviously saw her emotion, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he slid his hand to the nape of her neck and pulled her toward him.

His mouth moved across hers, his lips soft, and sweet with whisky. He made the kiss slow, exploratory, tender, and yet the heat began to build between her legs, her breasts tingling as he brushed his tongue against hers.

Enya was lost. She wanted him so much she couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She pulled back and looked up at him, pressing her lips together. “Kit?”

“Hmm?”

“What does ‘insatiable’ mean?”

“You want a definition? I’m sure I saw a dictionary in the foyer somewhere.”

“I know what it
means.
But...Beatrix once called you it. I’ve always wondered how many times you must have wanted sex to earn that label.”

“Knowing Beatrix, once a week would probably have done it.”

Enya stared at him, dumbfounded. “There was something seriously wrong with that girl.”

He laughed at that.

She cleared her throat. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh?”

“We have three nights–two days–left.”

“Mm.”

She let her gaze rest on his mouth. “How many times do you think we could have sex in that time?”

His lips curved. “Would we have to leave the room?”

“I suppose so. Poor Charlie has an itinerary.”

He laughed. His fingers continued to brush her neck, and shivers tremored through her. “So you’re proposing I have you to myself at night for the duration of our stay?”

“Yes.”

“I would say that sounds like an interesting suggestion. On one condition.”

“Oh?”

His pupils had dilated, and his eyes looked black. “If I agree to this, it won’t be as your friend. I’ll agree because I want you, and if I get you to bed again, I’m not going to hold back.”

“Oh,” she said in a squeaky voice.

He hadn’t finished with her yet. “If I have you to myself for two whole nights, don’t expect to get much sleep. I’ll want you every which way, as often as I can manage it. I’ll want to show you everything I know, and explore a few more things together, if we have time.” His gaze caressed her. “Do you think you can cope with that?”

Her heart pounded. “You mean I get Kinky Kit, not brotherly Kit?”

“Absolutely. If you want him.”

Did he know that was what she wanted? So badly, it was making her burn? “Okay.”

He nuzzled her ear. “Do you know how much I want you?”

She closed her eyes. “I’m starting to get the idea.”

“Tell me...” He bit her earlobe, hard enough to make her gasp. “How wet are you, right now?”

“Kit!” Her cheeks burned.

He chuckled. “I think I need to find out. Drink up.” He finished off his glass.

Her heart hammered as she swallowed a large gulp of the whisky. “Are you normally this bossy in bed?”

“Yep. I’m very demanding.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not a missionary position, lights out kind of guy.”

She took another swallow of the amber liquid. It sounded as if she was going to need it. “I’m beginning to understand that.”

She’d thought she understood why women found Kit so attractive. He was handsome with a great body to match, charming, funny, kind. She’d always thought him sexy, but had never analyzed why. His girlfriends had sometimes talked about how much he liked sex, and she’d occasionally watched him with a girl, seen him turn on the charm, touch them, whisper things in their ear that made them giggle and blush. But she’d never experienced it herself. He’d always been more likely to pull her hair than stroke it, and his endearments had never extended to calling her anything more than ‘Celt,’ which had been about as sexy as Tristan calling her ‘shrimp.’

But now...his eyes held a deep, dark desire she’d never seen a man harbor for her before. It thrilled her and scared her equally. No, not scared–she would never be frightened of Kit. But she was apprehensive. She wanted him so much, but this was territory she’d never explored before, and she was nervous about starting out on this journey. Last time she hadn’t been nervous because she didn’t know what to expect. This time...she knew what he was like in bed, how he made her feel. How much better could it get?

I’m not going to hold back
, he’d said.
I’ll want you every which way, as often as I can manage it
. The thought of his words made her panties grow damp with desire.
How many ways are there? How many times can he manage it?

He was watching her, tapping his fingers impatiently on the windowsill, so she finished off her drink, the whisky burning its way to her stomach. Immediately he stood, holding out his hand to her. She took it, allowing him lead her out of the bar and through the foyer to the elevators.

He pressed the button, and they waited silently. Could he hear her heart hammering against her ribs? He laced his fingers with hers, and she looked down at them.
If I agree to this, it won’t be as your friend. I’ll agree because I want you
... He wanted her. She shivered, seeing him smile, and knowing he’d noticed.

The doors pinged and opened, and Kit led her inside, sliding his room key through the slot and pressing their floor number. The doors slid closed and the elevator ascended with a slight jolt.

Immediately, before she said a word, he turned and slid a hand behind her head, pulling her toward him and crushed his mouth to hers with a mind-blowing kiss. She gasped as he pushed her back to the wall of the elevator, but he didn’t stop, instead taking the opportunity of her open mouth to plunge his tongue inside, his free hand pulling her hips to his so she felt his eager erection.

She could barely breathe, but she was so turned on, she didn’t care overmuch. She gripped the railing that ran at hip-height around the elevator with both hands, steadying herself as her head spun, moaning as he pushed his erection against her soft mound, arousing her as he moved his hips against hers. She’d never felt like this before. She was going to explode. Literally–she’d be the first incident of spontaneous combustion since the Middle Ages. Scientists would investigate her smoking shoes for years afterwards.

The elevator dinged again, and she exclaimed as Kit tore his lips from hers as the doors opened. He caught her hand, marching out of the elevator, and she struggled to keep up with his long legs as he strode along the corridor. “Kit!”

“What?” He stopped outside his room and swiped his card. “Changed your mind?”

“No...”

“Good.” He opened the door and pulled her in, and before she said anything else, his mouth was on hers again, kissing the living daylights out of her.

“Oh God.” She gasped as his lips left hers briefly so he could kiss her neck, tasting her with his tongue.

Raising his head, he caught hold of the bottom of her short dress with both hands and drew it up. She lifted her arms automatically, overwhelmed by his passion, her heart pounding at the desire in his eyes when his gaze fell on her breasts, lifted and displayed by the white, lacy demi-bra.

Desperate to see him naked, she tore off his T-shirt, and when he took her in his arms, their skin stuck together from the heat, which she found so sexy she moaned again. Kit grunted his approval, his hands finding the clasp in the middle of her back, and then the bra was on the floor and her breasts were in his palms. He drew back, and she looked down as he studied them. Her nipples were swollen, aching for him to touch them. He watched her as he took them between thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, and they tightened at his touch. She closed her eyes, sighing, as he lowered his head and took one then the other in his mouth, sucking and teasing them with his tongue until she dug her fingers in his hair.

Her panties soon joined her top, and she fumbled at the button of his shorts, tugging insistently until he rid himself of them, following quickly with his boxers. She shivered at the sight of his erection, imagining it sliding inside her. He cupped her mound with a palm, his mouth hovering over hers as he slid fingers into her white-hot heat, moving so easily she knew she was slippery with moisture. Groaning, he kissed her again as he caressed her most sensitive spot firmly with his fingers.

Within only a couple of minutes, her breathing had turned irregular with her growing desire, and Kit moved both hands to her butt. Expecting him to carry her to the bed, she put her arms around his neck, squealing as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around him, pinning her to the wall. The tip of his erection parted her swollen flesh, and then he slid into her in one smooth thrust.

Impaled on him, she gasped and tipped her head back, almost coming on the spot. The sensation of him inside her–hot and hard, all the way up–was deliciously erotic, incredibly sensual.

“Christ, Enya.” His voice was deep with desire, almost a growl. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She shivered, overwhelmed by his passion, shocked by the animal lust firing her senses. He hardly ever swore, but somehow it only turned her on even more.

She slipped her hands into his hair, hovering her lips over his.

Let’s see if it works on him, too.

“Come on Kit,” she whispered. “Fuck me senseless.”

Groaning, he closed his eyes, his fingers digging into her butt as he drove into her. She clenched her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers, welcoming his tongue as he continued to thrust inside her.

In the end, it was only minutes before she felt the approach of her orgasm, and she tipped her head back again, shocked by the speed of its arrival, never having experienced it so quickly before. “Kit...”

“Oh yeah. Let it go, honey.”

So she did, crying out as everything tightened, only half aware of him coming with her, the friction of his chest hair on her nipples drawing out her climax until she sagged in his arms, limp and spent.

Kit rested his forehead on her shoulder as their breathing gradually slowed. His skin was slippery beneath her fingers, and sweat ran between her breasts.

“Jeez, it’s hot in here,” she said.

He gave a short laugh. “You’re telling me.” He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes amused, still intense.

“I meant the atmosphere.” Her pulse was still pounding, and it wasn’t helped by the way he was looking at her.

He kissed her. “Enya O’Donnell, you are so very, very sexy.”

If she wasn’t so hot, she’d have blushed. “Thank you.”

Lifting her off the wall, still inside her, he carried her over to the bed. Finally withdrawing, he lowered her onto the mattress and lay beside her, pulling her against him. “Sorry about that.”

She pushed up onto an elbow, raising an eyebrow at him. “What are you sorry for?”

“For not even making it to the bed.” He looked helpless. “I couldn’t wait.”

“I’m taking it as a compliment.”

“You should.” He ran a finger along her cheekbone. “It’s what you get for driving me mad with lust.”

“I’m guessing this is the sort of thing I can expect for the next few days?”

“Absolutely. I’m going to make the most of you while I’ve got you.” She shivered and he laughed. “You like the sound of that?”

“Mm.” She leaned her hand on his chest and put her chin on her hand. “So what’s next?”

“Already? I might need a few minutes, love.”

She laughed. “I didn’t mean right now. But I’d like to know what I have to look forward to.”

He slid his hand into her hair, threading his fingers through her red curls. “You want to know what I want to do more than anything else?”

“Mm, yes.”

In a smooth move, he lifted up and turned her onto her back, looking down at her as he trailed his fingers along her body. “I want to taste you.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh.”

He brushed his lips over hers. “Would that be amenable to you?”

“Ah...um...”

He laughed. “But not yet. We have to prepare you first.”

“Prepare...me? What does that involve? Marinating me? Seasoning? Hitting me with a mallet?”

He kissed her. “I’m going to get you relaxed. Then I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”