‘Whose side are you on? I’m never sharing anything with you again!’
‘She’s got me now, hen,’ says Rory. ‘Fin doesn’t need Rumblr kicks.’
‘You wouldn’t be up for half the stuff she’s got on there.’ Kit taps my phone with his index finger. ‘It was shocking to me, and I’m a man of the world.’
‘You’re a cock, that’s what you are!’ Okay, so hehasa big cock, but really? I get that he’s trying to throw them off the scent, but my Rumlr feed? And so sneaky!
Fin and Rory continue to laugh at my expense as Kit comically regales them with the amount of man-loving I have stored on my phone.
I sit quietly, drink wine, and stew. I might send him a few murderous looks, too, because he must’ve gotten a really good look. So much for keeping those interests to myself.
‘Come on; I’ll make it up to you.’ I suddenly realise Kit is standing by the side of my chair. ‘I’ll stop teasing you if you’ll dance with me.’
‘Manipulativeandsneaky,’ I grumble, placing my hand in his.
As we step down onto the dance floor, Kit’s light-hearted mask falls away. His cool grey gaze now filled with heat, his eyes almost smouldering.
We face each other as, one hand at my waist, his other lifts mine to shoulder height. I feel so small in his arms as I place my palm on his chest. And strangely at home.
‘Those images turned me the fuck on.’ His head bent, his words are raspy hot breath against the skin of my neck. ‘Let’s table what it all means for a discussion some other place. Like your bed.’
‘I like your thinking,’ I whisper in response, my body moving seamlessly with his. I should’ve known he’d be a fabulous dancer on account of all the moves he has between the sheets.
‘That would mean letting the pussy out of the bag, which,’ he responds, ‘for the record, I’m in favour of.’ It must be obvious I’m missing his point as he says. ‘Rory’s place still looks like a bomb site.’
‘So he’s staying with Fin?’
‘Yep. Unless you have some other plan?’
My heart sinks to my stomach. ‘No, and I’m working tomorrow.’
‘Sunday?’ he growls.
‘I’m going to the christening; flying up to Scotland on Saturday evening.’
Kit hisses a curse. ‘This would be Fin’s friend, Ivy, and the movie star? That’s this weekend? Do you have to go?’
‘To a christening in a castle with its own church and moat?’ Of course, I’m going! Weren’t you invited?’ I find my smile slipping, desperately wondering if I can get him added to the invitation list.
‘I have an invite. I met Dylan Duffy at the last hotel we opened. He’s a good bloke, actually. I just hadn’t planned to go. My PA made sure the wee one got a gift.’
‘You should come,’ I say immediately, and his mouth curls in a sexy smirk.
‘I plan to,’ he replies suggestively. ‘It just looks like I’d be doing so in my hand tonight.’
‘Come on; it’ll be fun. I’ll make sure it is... ’
‘And stay in the castle with Rory and all your friends? What I have planned for you is going to take some time, darlin’. Stone walls might muffle the noise of your ecstasy, but next time I get you into bed, we’re staying there for some time.’ His eyes gleam with suggestion and sex as he adds, ‘They’d send out search parties.’
My heart begins to race at the possibilities, the pictures his words paint.
‘You should definitely come,’ I say quickly, though he smirks again. ‘We can stay somewhere else, and being there together will be our statement. Fin will be so busy with Ivy and the baby, and Rory—’ Oh, hell, Rory. What about him? ‘What will he say?’
‘I’m almost sure you’re saying something of note, but it’s hard to concentrate when your nipples are waving at me.’
I look down and quickly back. ‘They are not. Be sensible; Rory!’
‘Two words that should never be said in the same breath,’ he grumbles. ‘Rory will be fine. Surprised, but okay. He knows I’ve been with women before; he’s just under the impression it’s one or the other and that I prefer men.’
