Free Mr. Insatiable by Serenity Woods Page A

changed before Tris comes back.”
    “Okay.” He let her open the door and peer out to make sure the coast was clear, and then he slipped out. “See you at breakfast?”
    “Yeah.”
    His blue eyes met hers and her heart raced. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her, but in the end, he just smiled.
    “Are you going to be okay getting ready with that ankle?”
    “I don’t need help in the shower, if that’s what you’re implying, Kit Fawkes.”
    He grinned. “See you later.” He walked off along the corridor, giving her one last glance over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
    Enya went back into her room and hobbled over to the bed. Lowering herself, she sat there for a moment, unable to stop her mind filling with images from the night before, of Kit moving slowly between her legs, leaning over her and watching her with his dark blue eyes.
    “Oh God.”
    She put her head in her hands. What had she done? How could she have let this happen? It was a terrible, terrible mistake.
    Not because he was best mates with her brother, although she knew he was worried about that.
    Nor because the outcome of their encounter had been completely the opposite of what she’d been so concerned about. To think she’d been worried about being so nervous that she’d have to fake an orgasm for him.
    “Hah!” She flopped back onto the bed, cheeks scorching as she thought of the way she’d unraveled under his expert touch, and stared up at the ceiling. No, the problem was that, having experienced the infamous Romeo himself in bed, now she wanted more.
    She put her hands over her face. If Tristan hadn’t knocked on the door, they’d be having sex right now. Hot, passionate, incredibly erotic, mind-blowing sex. Possibly with her on top. Almost certainly culminating in another amazing orgasm. Cursing her brother with all the names she could think of, she knew she should be thanking him instead.
    He’s not for you.
    She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. It was sad–especially now she knew how good he was in bed–but Kit’s path and hers didn’t lie together. He wanted hearth and home, a family to call his own, and she couldn’t provide that for him, even if he wanted her to. Which was by no means certain, she reminded herself. Just because they’d had sex, it didn’t mean he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
    Kit liked sex. He was pretty good at it, and he’d wanted to help out an old friend. And he had, hadn’t he? He’d shown her that she wasn’t faulty. He’d shown her that first, she had to get to know Mr. Right as a friend, and then once she felt relaxed and comfortable with him, everything else would follow.
    Okay, perhaps he should have explained this to her, and she should have sat there and listened and nodded. He shouldn’t have felt the need to demonstrate his advice, and she shouldn’t have accepted his offer. But it was pointless to worry about that now. They’d slept together, and it had been wonderful, but it was time to put it behind her and get on with her life. She loved him, and she had to be grateful for the piece of him she’d been given and accept that whoever managed to eventually lasso him was a lucky woman.
    She bit her lip and pushed herself up from the bed. She was not going to cry over Kit Fawkes. Not now, not ever. Shower, she told herself firmly. Then breakfast, acting as if nothing had happened. China was going to be difficult, but she’d remain friendly and professional, and everything would be fine.
    She hopped into the bathroom, trying not to think about the way his eyes had glittered with satisfaction as she came in his arms.
    Keep telling yourself that and you might begin to believe it.
    By the time she was dressed and had limped down to breakfast, everyone had gathered and they were tucking into their cereal and croissants while the delicious smell of bacon and eggs drifted over from the hotplates. Andy and Julie sat together at a