‘Oh, I wasn’t going tolet you,’he answers darkly. ‘Just work you up to that edge a few times more.’
‘Why?’ I don’t wait for an answer before exclaiming frustratedly, ‘You’re just a great big clit tease!’
‘Careful, Kate,’ he warns, oh-so sensually. ‘You don’t know what I’m capable of.’
I swallow thickly, because he’s right. This isn’t the first time he’s surprised me. This is just the first time I haven’t been stoked by my surprise.
‘It hasn’t got one of those GPS thingies, has it?’ I ask, looking at the empty iPhone box, attempting to turn the conversation.
‘Are we talking about your clit, or the phone?’
‘Funny,’ I reply, though clearly I don’t mean so.
‘The phone,’ he says softly, ‘is because yours was looking a little tired.’ Try bashed. And stuck together with sticky-tape. ‘And yes, because you weren’t answering yours. I was making a point. Besides,’ he adds, his voice betraying a smile. ‘You know your clit is always at home when I call.’
‘And the flowers?’Change the subject, Kate, if you want to keep the upper hand!
‘An apology, not a statement. I didn’t request erotic blooms.’
‘I might just have fanginas on the brain,’ I say, with a sigh signalling that fail.
‘Sweetheart, was that your way of telling me you’re interested in a three-way.’
‘You must be dreaming,’ I say with an inelegant snort. ‘There’s no way I’d be up for any kind of delayed gratification again.’
‘Meaning?’
‘In a threesome, there’s always going to be someone left out at one point or another, isn’t there? All three participants can’t be engaged allthe time—especially if it’s a girl-boy-girl deal. Someone would be left third-wheeling it a bit.’
God, I am such a loser. No wonder he sounds like he’s choking on laughter. He’s probably taken part in dozens of these, while the only threesome I’ve ever experienced is taking my latest book boyfriend to bed with Shane. And I mean it just like that, a boy in a book. As in, not real.Why isn’t my mouth attached to my brain?
Kai composes himself audibly across the line, and as he speaks, it’s with a whole other tone.
‘What makes you think that would ever be you?’
His sensual words wash over me and my eyes flutter closed as I recall the way he looks at me. Sometimes it’s with a sort of warm indulgence. Other times like he’s starving and I’m gorgeously edible.
‘Is this something you’ve thought about?’ He’s using that tone still, but I can’t tell whether he’s being serious, or winding me up. Regardless, I find that I’ve crossed my legs where I stand, my thighs pushing together almost of their own accord.
‘That would be telling,’ I reply, trying to respond in kind.
‘The turn in the conversation is doing nothing for my self-control, kitten.’
‘Is that your way of telling me you’re hard?’Please, please tell me you are.
‘Always, when thinking of you. Maddening and frustratingly so.’
‘Ah, so you do know what it feels like?’ I tease.
‘You’ll be the death of me, and while I really don’t want to, I must go.’ My heart plummets south. ‘But I wonder if you’d do something for me.’
‘Oh, no. Not after last—’
‘I want you to christen your phone,’ he says, carrying on as though I haven’t spoken. ‘I’d like another photograph, especially as you’ve so much to say about your clit.’
‘You want me to—’ I’m suddenly all kinds of excited. ‘I get to—’ Pet the pussy? Paddle the pink canoe? All while thinking of him?
‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’
‘Why?’ I whine.No, no, no!
‘Teased, but unfulfilled. I’ll make it worth your while...’
And I know he will.
