Heart-Shaped Hack(30)
The look of longing that had been on his face the last time she saw him was back. “I couldn’t wait another day, Kate. I just couldn’t.”
She put her arms around his waist and kissed him. His mouth was soft and warm, and it was all she could do to keep from devouring him right there in the airport.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered, their foreheads touching.
“Me too.”
“Unfortunately your suitcase did not make it home. I’ve already spoken to someone, and they’ll deliver it tomorrow.”
“You think of everything, don’t you?”
“Always.”
As they started to walk, he reached for her hand and interlocked their fingers. The hand-holding seemed more significant than any of the kisses they’d shared. It was intimate, possessive. Like he’d claimed her in some way. He didn’t let go of her hand until they reached the car and he opened the passenger door. Kate was fairly certain Ian would be staying the night, and her hunch was confirmed when he parked the Escalade in the lot behind her building and reached into the back seat for his laptop and a small overnight bag. Kate was already filled with anticipation and couldn’t wait to feel Ian’s arms around her.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Kate said after she unlocked the door and set her purse on the coffee table. “There’s beer in the fridge if you’d like one.”
“Do you want anything?”
“No thanks. I had two glasses of wine on the plane. They took excellent care of me in first class.”
“As they should,” Ian said.
He went into the kitchen to get the beer, and Kate headed for the bathroom. After piling her hair on top of her head, she ducked under the spray and soaped herself quickly. Then she dried off, brushed her teeth, dressed, and wrapped herself in her robe.
She couldn’t wait to kiss Ian.
She couldn’t wait to touch Ian.
She couldn’t wait to do everything with Ian.
When she came out of the bathroom, he was lying on her bed with his shoes off, drinking the beer. The only light in the room came from the small lamp on Kate’s nightstand.
“I made myself comfortable.”
Kate smiled. “You always do.”
She walked over to the bed, and Ian sat up and swung his legs over the side so that Kate was standing between them. He grabbed the sash of her robe and pulled her closer. Kate thought he might ease her down onto the bed or kiss her, but what he did instead was untie her robe and remove it. His expression was one of raw desire as he stared at Kate in the black babydoll nightie. It had a flyaway front that exposed most of her torso, and Ian leaned forward and kissed her right below the center tie that held it together, pressing his palms flat against the expanse of bare skin.
“You look stunning in it,” he said, his voice low. “I knew you would.” He slowly untied the nightie as if Kate were a present he was unwrapping. Then he slipped the straps off her shoulders so that she was standing in front of him in only the thong.
He seemed in no hurry to pull her down onto the bed, maybe because he was at eye level with her breasts. Her suspicions were confirmed when he stroked her nipples with his thumbs. When he put his hands on her waist to bring her closer so that he could circle her nipples with his tongue, Kate’s legs got wobbly. She rested her hands on his shoulders and watched him, sighing when he began to suck.
Kate pulled off his sweater and T-shirt. She wanted them to be skin-to-skin, and Ian pulled her down onto the bed as if he’d read her mind, holding Kate close as he kissed her. His hands were everywhere: in her hair, on her hips, and moving lightly up and down her back. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and slowly pulled it off, his fingers trailing down her legs from her thighs to her feet.
“Your legs are every bit as incredible as I thought they’d be,” he said before spreading them.
Silently he drank in the sight of her naked before him, and she ached for him to touch her. Her breathing quickened when he finally began to stroke her, starting near the top of her thigh and then moving slowly inward until he reached her center.
“Oh,” Kate said, letting out a moan. “Look at you, finding that spot on your first try.”
Ian circled it with his thumb. “I don’t understand how anyone can have trouble finding it. It’s right here.”
Kate squirmed under his fingers because even though Ian knew exactly where it was, he was skating around it, not quite touching it, which was driving her insane in the most wonderful way. He dragged his finger downward and slipped it inside her, then dragged it back up again and repeated the circular torture. He did this slowly, continually, until Kate couldn’t remember her own name. Her apartment would have to be on fire for them to stop, because there was nothing she would rather be doing at that moment than letting Ian explore her body with his magic hands.
Until he started exploring her with his tongue.
He kissed his way down her body until his head was between her legs, and Kate found the feel of his scruff scraping her inner thigh incredibly arousing. Holding her open, he resumed the same movements with his tongue that he’d been doing with his fingers. As wonderful as that had felt to Kate, this was even better.
She was so close, but he kept her on the brink, slowing down his movements before speeding back up again. “Ian,” she said, shamelessly holding on to his hair and trying to keep him in place. “Please, I’m begging you.”