‘And you don’t...?’
‘I preferyou,’ he growls.
In a moment of madness and a spike of courage, words shoot from my mouth. ‘Would you be interested in menwith me sometime?’
Kit throws back his head and groans so beautifully. ‘Now I really can’t concentrate on account of all the blood flowing from my big head to my little head.’
‘It’s hard to tell which is which,’ I say with a giggle. ‘But I think I’d like to. With you, I mean.’ As we dance just out of Fin and Rory’s gaze, I lift to my toes, placing my mouth against his neck. I feel him swallow under my lips, his arm feeding around my back and pulling me to him.
‘I heard you were bringing someone tonight,’ I whisper against his skin. ‘I didn’t like it.’
‘So you thought you’d torture me just now?’ His tone borders on sardonic, one questioning eyebrow raised. As I lick his neck, he curses, murmuring something that seems to accuse me of having sadistic leanings.
I lick my lips, a motion he doesn’t miss. ‘After the night at the hotel, I had it in mind to proposition you.’
‘That sounds better,’ he purrs. ‘Go on; I’m all ears.’
‘I was going to offer you myself. An arrangement, sort of.’
‘You were interested in a fling?’ His hand tightens on my waist, heat burning through my boring dress.
‘I was thinking more of a...’ My brow creases, hesitant now to say the words. ‘A sort of set date for sex thing.’
‘You wanted to use me for my body?’ I wince, his chest moving under my hand as he laughs. ‘And in your mind, were we syncing our calendars tonight?’
‘Don’t tease,’ I mumble. ‘It’s not nice.’
‘And now?’
‘I find I want something I’d never considered.’
‘At the risk of sounding like a teenage girl,ouch.’
‘I’d never considered it because I never foresaw us as a possibility. I really didn’t think you were that sort of interested in me.’
‘Not in the café, or hotel? Not when I had my fingers between your legs? I’m not some kind of sex fiend. I do have to like the people I fuck.’
‘And you like me.’ My voice seems small.
‘More than you seem to appreciate. I don’t know how to put it any plainer than to tell you thoughts of you fill my fucking head. I can’t work for thinking of you. When I’m at home, I wonder what you’re doing. I’m driven mad by the need to know you—obsessed with knowing your real name!’
‘It’s really not that interesting,’ I answer, laughing. ‘You’re going to be so disappointed.’
His hands tighten again as he says, ‘Never. I’m interested in everything about you.’
I feel so dizzy—so deliriously happy. I feel like I never want this dance to end.
‘So we’re going to date?’
‘It would never have worked.’ My heart misses a beat, starting again as he qualifies his statement. ‘Casual sex wouldn’t have been enough for us.’
‘What are we going to do now?’ As Kit continues to twirl me around the dance floor, I let my eyes glide to Fin. She’s still watching, though pretending not to. Goodness knows what she’s making of this.
‘We tell them.’
‘But not tonight.’
‘You think you’re fooling her?’ Kit follows the direction of my gaze.
‘No, just keeping you all to myself for one more night.’
