Whimpering, I nod.
He’s sitting so close to me. We’re less than an inch apart, and every time he moves to get his drink off the coffee table, we touch. I don’t know why he doesn’t keep hold of it rather than going back and forth all the time.
Don’t read too much into it.
“I ate far too much.” I really need to remember that just because room service is on the label, I don’t have to eat everything. “Why did I do it after last time?”
Kitt laughs and nudges my shoulder, which isn’t helping my stomach. “Because you have no self-discipline.”
Now, that is not true. I have it in truckloads. If I didn’t, I would’ve made a fool of myself over him a long time ago. “Ugh, we should’ve gone out for the evening. I’m dying.”
“You’re the one who wanted to stay in and veg.”
“I made a terrible mistake.”
“We won’t get much time to relax once the shows start.”
He’s right, and I would have felt bad for making him traipse around Paris when he has a crazy summer ahead, but sitting and eating was a bad choice.
“Yeah, I know.”
“If you want to do something more…exhilarating, I have a few ideas,” he says with a sexy smirk that I’ve seen him use to score a fucking harem of women before.
My heart clenches so hard that I almost pass out. I got a taste of that last night. He got me off without even touching me, and it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
Jesus, what would having him inside me be like? Okay, I can’t think about that because, pretty soon, I’m going to be begging him to work last night’s magic on me.
“Oh, yeah? What ideas would those be?” I ask, glancing up in an attempt to appear sexy. I probably look like a creeper.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, leaning in closer.
His eyes are white hot, and it makes me quiver. Kitt does sexy really well. His lips part a fraction, and he looks like he’s about to devour me.
I can’t breathe when he’s this close.
Having no idea what he’s doing to me, he lifts his eyebrow in that hot, cheeky, charming way, and I want to kiss him so bad that I’m positive I’ll burst into flames any second.
If I’d ordered more alcohol with room service, I probably would have had enough courage to go for it. At least then, I could have blamed it on the drink when he pushed me away.
“Actually, I can think of about a million different ways to liven things up.”
Wow. I believe him, too.
I’ve not had much experience—though I’m definitely not a nun—but I know he’d be able to show me a few things. More than a few things actually. The thought of it makes me throb like crazy.
Compared to the women he’s been with, I might as well not even know what a cock is. He’s probably used to women doing things to him that I can’t even pronounce.
I subtly grip my stomach, feeling sick. Why do I do it to myself? There is never a need for me to think about Kitt with other women. Like ever. But I still do.
“A million really?” I say sarcastically.
“You doubt me?”
No, not at all. That’s the problem.
“No, I don’t doubt it, but I want you to list them and prove it, Casanova.”
“You’ll only get embarrassed.”
I glare and resist the urge to kick him. “I’m not five, Kitt. I do know what all the parts are and where they go.”
He looks off ahead, and his mind goes somewhere. “Hmm, I guess that’s true.”
“Do you think of me like a child?” I squeak out like an idiot before my brain engages and realises how desperate that sounded.
“No, of course I don’t. I just haven’t ever thought about…” he mumbles, stopping right before he says what he means.
I hate when he quits talking right when I want him to continue.
“Oh my God, you’re uncomfortable, aren’t you?” I tease, elbowing his side.
It really doesn’t bode well for me that he’s finding it so hard thinking about me and sex at the same time. Still, I enjoy his awkwardness. Small victories and all that. Plus, after last night, he must think about me in that way. The thought alone has my stomach flipping over.
“Please, Tex, I’m not uncomfortable. If your dad could hear you now though…”
“Why is my dad in your head right now?”
Bloody hell, my father is constantly screwing me over where Kitt is concerned. If I were brave enough, I’d tell Dad how I felt about Kitt, but I couldn’t see him being thrilled and telling me to go for it.
Kitt frowns, and his eyes look troubled or maybe grossed out. It’s hard to tell. “Good point. Take your top off, and we’ll rectify this.”
“You first,” I blurt.
It’s not like he’s going to get shirtless with me in my hotel room. He slaps Cooper on the back of the head for even joking about it. Although he did kiss the hell out of me on Christmas, and he got me off last night. He must want me a bit, right?