shower. I’m such a klutz I might fall over,’ she said in his ear.
Ivo slipped the soap between her legs and felt her wetness. ‘No, no, I’ll hold you up,’ he said, and he bent his knees a little and guided his cock inside her. She gasped and looked at him. Lifting her up he pushed against the wall and with one hand directed the warm water onto her. She began to move with his rhythm and soon they were fucking so loudly she was sure the whole B&B would be able to hear them.
They fucked until the hot water ran out, and then Ivo carried her to the bed and they started all over again. Now Kitty knew what it was to have great sex. The time with Johnny had been awkward and painful, and then the New Zealander had left her high and dry in every way, but with Ivo, she wanted him so much she wondered if he could live inside her forever.
They spent the afternoon in bed, and soon it was evening. Kitty was still in raptures in Ivo’s bed. Three orgasms, positions she had never even entertained before, and some moves she had only seen Samantha do in episodes of Sex and the City.
‘You are incredible,’ she said.
‘You’re not too shabby either,’ he said, nuzzling into her breasts.
‘Can I visit you in London?’ she asked quickly. ‘Or is this just a one-time thing?’
Ivo raised his head and looked at her.
‘I would like that very much,’ he said seriously, and it was true: he would like to see her. She was the first person he thought of when he awoke and the last person he thought of at night.
Kitty hid a shy smile in his shoulder. ‘I have to go. I’m sure Merritt will be sick of the children by now,’ she said, getting out of bed. She checked her phone. Dead.
Ivo lay in bed. ‘How about I come back with you?’ he said.
Kitty looked down at his beautiful form and felt wet again. How could it be possible? How can the body make that much liquid? she thought crossly to herself.
‘I think you better had,’ she said sexily, and he laughed as they pulled on their clothes.
Walking across the square to the bus, he wrapped his arms about her. ‘I like you very much, Pussycat,’ he said into her hair.
‘I like you too, Ivo the Terrible,’ she said back to him.
He laughed and pulled away. ‘Did Willow tell you about that?’ he asked.
‘Yes. Your reputation precedes you.’
‘That’s a big word,’ said Ivo mockingly. What did she know about all the other girls? Even a few men were in love with him.
‘I remember you, you know,’ she said.
He looked at her oddly. ‘When?’
‘From the party at Willow’s. I said I didn’t but I did,’ she said, and she looked down at her feet, her nails painted silver and pink by Poppy.
Ivo pulled her to him again, and they held each other all the way back on the bus to Middlemist.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Kerr walked into Middlemist with Eliza in tow. ‘Just in case you need to release a statement,’ she said on the way over after Kerr received the message about Lucian.
‘So, you’ve lost the little idiot have you?’ asked Kerr as he saw Willow sitting on the sofa, pale and drawn.
‘Take it back,’ said Merritt, stepping out from the double doors that led into the library.
‘What? Fuck off mate,’ said Kerr, and Merritt took one step and put his hands around his throat.
‘Take it back or I will hurt you. You’re the fucking idiot,’ he said in a low voice.
Kerr started to shake in his biker boots. ‘I’m sorry Willow,’ he said.
Merritt released his grip and Eliza stepped out from behind Kerr.
‘I see you are still rough trade, Merritt,’ she said.
‘I see you are still a pretentious whore, Eliza,’ he said.
Willow stood up. ‘Enough!’ she yelled. ‘We need to find Lucian.’
‘Then call the fucking police,’ said Merritt.
‘No, no police,’ said Eliza, Kerr and Willow in unison.
Merritt shook his head and walked out to try Kitty’s phone again. Still nothing.
He heard the front door open and rushed to greet her hoping she had Lucian, but instead he found Johnny and Tatiana on his doorstep.
‘What the fuck do you want?’ he asked Johnny.
‘We come to say our goodbyes,’ said Tatiana in her thick accent, cutoff denim shorts and thigh-high Robert Clergerie boots.
Now that was rough trade, thought Merritt, looking at the skull and crossbones scarf tied around her head