I grimace slightly and nod, not sure where he’s going with this.
‘Just for clarification, we’re talking about...’
He leaves his sentence unfinished, frowning and twirling one finger as though he can’t quite recall the term. But I’m not falling for that trap. I’m certain he doesn’t need numerical confirmation.
‘Not a favourite, I have to admit,’ he says, lifting the linen napkin from his lap and depositing it onto the table. He picks up his glass, frowning briefly at it. ‘Unsatisfactory, I find. For one party, at least.’
‘I thought it was all about mutual pleasuring.’ I’d be surprised if he caught two words of that as my cheeks burn like cinders, words mumbled into my lap.
‘More like half the pleasure. And only some of the time. Your experiences may have differed, or maybe—’ He stops abruptly, pushing his lips together.
‘What?’
He pauses before taking a meditative sip, appearing to contemplate the wine, or the thought. Possibly both. ‘Maybe he just wasn’t doing it right in the first place.’
‘Wow.’ The word is just a puff of air. I can’t believe he just brought Shane up. Without actually mentioning him, I’ll admit. Or acknowledging that I used to have sex with the bastard. ‘Have you had a touch too much sun today?’
‘A little awkward?’
‘Geeze, just a bit...’
‘Forget I mentioned it.’ Not that he looks contrite, more like a touch of mocking dismay. ‘What I really should’ve asked is, do you think you could you drive a car with my head between your thighs?’
‘Is there insanity in your family?’ I squeak, picking up my own glass. ‘Maybe I should have insisted on some sort of genetic pedigree before marrying you.’
‘Too late,’ he answers laughingly. ‘Car cunnilingus. Doable or no?’
‘You’d be in the way of the pedals, so probably not.’ Don’t imagine I’d be able to slide the seat back, either. Not without tying stilts to my feet.Short arse, see?
‘Think, kitten.’ I start as he reaches across the table, taking my hand in one of his. ‘From a concentration viewpoint. My head between your legs, each of us focused,’—he leans his body a little more, barely breathing the next words— ‘on that one, sweet spot.’
‘What point is that supposed to prove?’ I pull my hands from his, even as the urge to pull him nearer tingles in my fingertips, the atmosphere going from levity to lust in the space of a few words.
‘That this kind of mutual pleasuring is like the holy grail, that this... this experience you’re referring to—’
‘Oh, for god sakes, just say it. Sixty-nine, it’s called a sixty-nine!’
Kai bursts out laughing, his hand slapping the table once in mirth. ‘I thought I’d never get you to say it!’
Frowning, my arms automatically fold over my chest, my annoyance clear at having fallen into his trap.
‘I love how you become all schoolmarm. Sorry, Miss,’ he adds, straightening in his seat, eyes bright with a triumphant sort of mischief. ‘If I promise to be a very good boy, will you whisper more dirty words to me?’
‘You want me to recite my times tables, too? Because it’s a limited vocabulary that resorts to profanity.’ God, I so sound like my mum.
Fuck, balls, bastard, arse. Someone get me a gun!
‘Please,’ he purrs, very unlike a wheedling child. ‘There’s just something so delectable hearing such vulgarity from such a beautiful mouth.’
‘Fine. You’re a cock.’
Head thrown back, he laughs again. And this time, I can’t help but join in, repeating that hesois, as our laugher calms.
‘Getting back to figures.’ His words are lazy as he reaches again for his glass, his gaze studying mine. Figure, that is, not my gaze. Or glass.
‘Sorry, I’m obviouslysoeasily overcome in your presence, I must’ve missed how you explained it only equals to, was it, half the pleasure?’
Eyeing me over the rim, he sets the glass down and leans back in the chair, the movement pulling the shirt tight across his muscular chest, framing a triangle of caramel skin at the hollow of his throat. I suddenly want to burrow myself in there. Open his shirt, climb in and make myself at home. Feel the beat of his pulse against my skin, maybe kiss my way along his elegant neck. Graze my teeth across the sharpness of his jaw. Take his full bottom lip between my teeth. Then suck.
