Heart-Shaped Hack(42)

“It’s because I find you so irresistible.”

“Aren’t you a charmer?”

He leaned forward to catch her earlobe between his teeth and whispered, “You know it.”

She shrieked when he put his hands on her lower back and pulled her forward, sliding her off the counter. “Don’t drop me,” she said, tightening her arms and legs around him.

He laughed, and with his hands underneath her, he boosted her higher and headed for the bedroom. “I’m not going to drop you.”

Maybe he didn’t drop her in the kitchen or while walking down the hallway, but when he reached the bedroom, he leaned over his bed and let go. Kate landed on her back with a bounce. He took off his jeans. The room was dark except for the light coming in from the hallway. It was the perfect amount, romantic but not too bright.

“Oh yes,” Kate said. She propped herself up on her elbows and let out a wolf whistle. “Look at you. Bravo. Bravo.”

“And I’m not even done yet.”

“Take it all off, you gorgeous man.”

While he was removing his underwear, Kate inched her way to the edge of the bed so that she was right in front of Ian.

Deliciously naked Ian.

And his very impressive erection.

Which Kate decided she simply had to put in her mouth.

“Oh, Jesus,” Ian said. He plunged his hands into Kate’s hair.

When she flicked her gaze upward a few minutes later, his eyes were wide open and he was watching her every movement. His groans and his ragged breathing made her never want to stop doing this to him.

A few minutes after that, he put his hands on her head to still her. “Kate.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, pausing to look up at him.

“Rain check. Very, very soon,” he said, pulling her shirt over her head and reaching around to unhook her bra.

Kate lay back on the bed, and Ian tugged off her jeans, socks, and underwear. He kissed her hungrily, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck to her breasts, and when he put his hand between her legs, she moaned.

Turning onto his back, he pulled her into a sitting position on top of him. They had explored many positions in the days since they’d first slept together, and she’d discovered this was one of Ian’s favorites.

He held on to her so she wouldn’t topple off, and he reached over to get a condom from the nightstand. “I really hate these things. I’ll take whatever test you want me to take if we can stop using them.”

“Deal,” she said. Kate was already on the pill, and if he was willing to jump through a few hoops in order to ditch the condoms, so was she.

After he rolled it on, she took him in hand and prepared to guide him into her.

“Not yet, sweetness.” He lay back and put his hands on her hips, lifting and pulling her forward until she was hovering over him.

Oh.

Oh.

He tucked his arms under her thighs and brought her down onto his face.

“Ahhhhh.” She balanced on her knees, gripping the headboard as his tongue probed and swirled.

He pressed her tighter to his mouth, and it felt so good that she let go of her inhibitions and stopped worrying about whether he could breathe. It was easily the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and his enthusiasm only made it better.

Gripping the headboard tighter, she murmured a series of encouraging sounds to let him know how close she was. She cried out his name a moment later, and she was still riding the endless waves of her orgasm when he grabbed her roughly by the hips and moved her down his body, frantic in his need. She sank down onto him, and now she understood why he’d put the condom on first. He looked directly into her eyes, and when she held his gaze they shared a moment that was more intense than anything she’d ever felt with him. It made her want to give him things he hadn’t asked for yet.

Cupping her breasts, he began to stroke her nipples with his thumbs, which shot an electric current directly between her legs. She moved faster, grinding against him as he held her hips tight.

“God, Kate. Yes.”

Their rhythm and his roaming hands felt incredible, and she came for the second time—passionately, breathlessly. Not long after that, so did he. She collapsed onto his chest, her heart beating fast, feeling him pulsing inside her.

“How can it be this good every single time?” She’d wondered if the fireworks she’d experienced when they slept together the first time had been a fluke, but she’d discovered that sex with Ian had only gotten better. They were gasoline and fire, and he made her feel uninhibited in a way Stuart never had.

He smoothed the hair back from her damp temple and kissed her. “Maybe it’s us.”

Us.

“Maybe it is,” she said, trying to catch her breath. Whatever the reason, she never wanted it to stop.

Ian ducked into the bathroom, and when he slipped back into bed, he held her tight, her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her, their legs entwined. Ian spooned her when they slept, but this was the way he held her after sex. She could feel his heart beating under her cheek, and at that moment she thought she could easily spend the rest of her life in his arms.

“How many cities have you lived in?” she asked.

“Too many to count.”

“A girl in every port, right?”

“There have been women in some ports. But never more than one at a time. And now only you.”