White-Hot Hack (Kate and Ian #2)(20)

“Kiss me again,” she said, turning onto her back.

How could he not oblige? He covered her with his body, and the sound she made when his mouth met hers was somewhere between a whimper and a groan. After a few minutes, he made his way to her neck, and the way her skin felt under his lips, delicate and smooth, her pulse beating rapidly beneath it, made him want to be rough with her. He sucked the tender skin hungrily into his mouth, stopping just short of leaving a mark.

He placed his knees on either side of her and sat up, pulling the phone from the front pocket of his jeans. “Take off your bra.” It didn’t matter that he saw Kate’s breasts every single day, often more than once. He would never tire of seeing them, and certainly not like this. She reached around to unhook it, and his breathing grew ragged when she tossed the bra on the floor. He wanted to touch her, but he wanted her to touch herself more. She complied as if she’d read his mind, and he fired off multiple shots with his phone, his jeans growing uncomfortably tighter.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he placed his palms on her chest, his hands gliding over her skin. Her body was firm and strong, but the softness that covered its surface captivated him, and he could spend hours happily tracing the curves and hollows with his fingertips. Kate reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off. He leaned forward until they were pressed skin-to-skin, and he raised her hands above her head as he kissed her, their fingers intertwined as she arched her back underneath him. He listened to her ragged breathing, gauging how much time he had left. Kate was not only open to him taking pictures of her, he’d discovered it turned her on like nobody’s business, and he liked to drag it out as long as he could stand, which was only marginally longer than Kate could handle. By the end, she’d be pulling at his clothes, urging him to take her. Her skin was hot, but she shivered as he dragged his mouth from her lips to her neck and finally to her breasts. Cupping them, he knew exactly where to draw the line between pleasure and pain when he took her nipple into his mouth.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his head in place, her breath coming in short little gasps. When he pulled away and sat up, he took another picture, not of her body but of her face. Her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and bright eyes took her beauty to a whole different level.

Gently he turned her onto her stomach. After brushing her hair to the side, he ran his finger down her spine and didn’t stop until he’d slipped it down the back of her boy shorts. She trembled when he pulled them off and ran his hands over her backside.

Now he stood next to the couch, looking down at her as she looked over her shoulder at him. He held the shutter down, and the camera took several pictures in rapid succession. He was so hard he couldn’t keep his clothes on for one more minute, and she watched as he set down the phone and stripped.

“Sit up,” he said.

Now she was facing him, leaning against the back of the couch.

He gently eased her legs apart. “Yes,” he said. “Jesus, yes.” He took one more picture and then set the phone aside. Softly he stroked her, teasing, working his way toward her center, replacing his fingers with his mouth. Her legs were over his shoulders, and he couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted. She twisted her fingers in his hair and told him in gasping, sputtering bursts how good it felt.

“Please, now, Ian.”

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it and entering her in one fluid movement. She came immediately, screaming out his name. He held back his own orgasm, prolonging his release because she felt so good and he didn’t want it to be over. But to hold off much longer would require a Herculean effort, and if past experience had shown him anything, there would be another round after this one. He let himself go, shuddering and shaking, collapsing onto her because she’d told him she loved it when he did that, assuring him she wouldn’t break. She wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in her neck, breathing in the smell of her damp skin. In time he shifted and pulled her over so that her head was lying on his chest.

He couldn’t hear the rain anymore. He felt drowsy, as if all the excitement of the day had sapped him of his energy. He wanted to lie in their bed, wrapped around Kate, until one of them came up with a good enough reason to leave it.

“How did it go with the task force?” she asked, and she sounded as drowsy as he felt.

“They placed bets on how long I could stay away. Can you believe it?”

“Absolutely. Your face lights up when you talk about anything related to the FBI.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Before we started working to break up the carding ring, the task force brought down a group of hacktivists. We sent one of them to prison where he’s currently serving a ten-year sentence. There’s reason to believe the same group is responsible for a string of recent cyberattacks on banks and credit card companies.

“You said hacktivists aren’t interested in stealing. Why would they hack banks and credit card companies?”

“Because they like to show how easy it is to obtain information. They steal the data and share it with whistle-blower organizations. And some of the attacks have been on government agencies, which is why Phillip wanted me to do the pentesting.”

“That sounds troubling. No wonder he’s so worried.”

“It’s a serious threat to national security.”