Heart-Shaped Hack(32)

You let that mysterious hacker right into your bed. You let him do all those wonderful things to you, and you don’t even know his last name.

“I’m not sure how this happened,” she said.

“Well, first I undressed you, and then you undressed me. Then you let me penetrate you. You seemed to really enjoy it,” he said mildly.

“It was absolutely incredible, and enjoy doesn’t even begin to describe how good it felt. I meant how did we make it this far? I didn’t even like you three weeks ago.”

“Maybe you finally realized I’m actually a good guy. And maybe I was right about what you were looking for.”

“Which is?”

“Someone who stimulates your body and your mind. You haven’t completely figured me out yet, but you want to.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “You’re right. I do.” When he slid his hand behind her head to pull her mouth down to his, she had to admit, if only to herself, that she was more than a little turned on by that.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It was nearly ten before she opened her eyes the next morning, and sunlight was seeping through the cracks in the blinds. Ian was spooning her, which was apparently his default sleeping position. She listened to him breathing softly, feeling content and pleasantly sore in all the right places.

Slipping carefully out of his arms, she scooped her robe off the floor and headed for the bathroom. After she relieved herself and brushed her teeth and hair, she quietly made her way to the kitchen to start the coffee. As she waited for it to brew, she heard the water running in the bathroom, and Ian walked into the kitchen a minute or two later wearing only his underwear. His hair looked as if a woman had been running her hands through it all night, which wasn’t far from the truth. She’d never known a man whose bedhead only made him more attractive.

He kissed her, tasting of toothpaste. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

Kate opened the refrigerator and found it empty. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she could have made them an omelet or some toast if she’d had any eggs, cheese, or bread. “Unfortunately, I decided not to go grocery shopping before I left.”

“No need for groceries. I say we shower and go out for breakfast after we finish our coffee,” Ian said. “You can wear one of those new sweaters I bought you. It looks cold out there.”

They carried their coffee into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Kate threw a blanket over them. “Did you sleep well?”

“I always sleep well when I have a naked woman’s body to wrap myself around.”

“You do like to spoon.”

“What’s not to like? Your skin is very soft and your hair smells good. Plus my hands can reach all kinds of places.”

Kate had felt those hands wandering in the middle of the night. He’d kissed the back of her neck and then skimmed his palm down her chest and stomach, reaching between her legs and stroking her until she’d awakened fully, which had led to a rather prolonged and delightfully satisfying round two.

She smiled. “They certainly can. I have fond memories of those hands.”

“I should hope so.”

Kate took a drink of her coffee. “I’m surprised you don’t have that laptop open yet.”

“Cyberspace will just have to get along without me for a while.” He put his arm around Kate and kissed her forehead, drinking his coffee as if nothing was more important than being with her.

She snuggled closer, thinking about how long it had been since she’d felt this happy.



Kate grabbed a couple of towels and set them on the counter in the bathroom. She hung her robe on its hook on the back of the door and turned on the shower to let the water warm up. Ian had disappeared.

She found him in her bed, lounging among the twisted sheets like he didn’t have a care in the world. She stood naked in the bedroom doorway and said, “I thought we were getting in the shower?”

Ian beamed. “I am loving this revelation that you’re not modest either.”

“Well, not now,” Kate said. “What are you doing? I’m so hungry I’m about to gnaw my own arm off.”

“I, Ian, will never, ever infinity, walk in on Katie in the bathroom again unless specifically invited to do so.”

Kate’s eyes widened in disbelief. “After everything we’ve done and all the places your hands have been, you’ve suddenly discovered boundaries?”

“Don’t forget my tongue,” he said, as if she could.

Kate walked over to the bed and looked down at him. “Ian, would you like to join me in the shower?”

He pulled her down onto the bed and tickled her.

Kate squealed with laughter. “Stop that! Very ticklish!” She tried to get away and almost made it before he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

He was laughing as hard as she was, but then the laughing turned into kissing, and the kissing turned into touching.

“If we don’t get in there, we’re going to run out of hot water and then we’ll both be sorry,” she said. “Come with me. I promise to wash every inch of you.”

Ian followed her into the bathroom, stripped off his underwear, and pulled her into the shower with him. “I’m an incredibly filthy man, Katie.”