“The Batcave is gorgeous, if a little unfinished.”
“Most everything I rent ends up looking like this. I never take the time to do much to the apartments. I work, sleep, use the gym, and order in.”
Kate looked at the glass-front cupboards. Other than a few coffee cups, they were empty. She opened a drawer, but instead of silverware she found the plastic-wrapped forks and spoons that accompanied a takeout order. There was no knife block or fruit bowl or toaster to be found.
“All you have in your kitchen is a coffeemaker.” She hopped up on the counter.
“Well, now I have a coffeemaker and a beautiful woman. What more do I need?”
He stood between her legs, and she wrapped them around him. Looking into his eyes, she kissed him softly. Then she rubbed her cheek against his scruff, which was long enough not to hurt but short enough to provide the most arousing friction, especially when he dragged it along her inner thigh. “I love the way this feels on my skin.”
“Bet I know where you love it the most.”
“Bet you’re right.”
After pulling off his sweatshirt, she ran her hands along his shoulders and then leaned forward, kissing and nibbling and sucking her way down the side of his neck.
“I do so enjoy it when a woman makes the first move.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. However, you seldom allow me enough time to make one before you swoop in with one of your own.”
“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.