Chapter 17 #2
“Catherine,” he said as he slid a finger into her. “I like that. Old-fashioned and proper.”
“Yeah, just like me.” She pushed hard against his hand, begging for more.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight,” she choked out. “You?”
“Thirty-six. This might seem like an odd time to ask, when I’ve got my face buried in your, you know, but what’s your last name?”
Cat’s laughter faded to a moan when he closed his lips over her most sensitive spot. As he added a second finger and insistent flicks of his tongue, she climbed toward another climax.
Suddenly, he stopped. “I’m waiting.”
“Kelly,” she said without hesitation.
He dipped his head and went back for more. “Very pleased to meet you, Catherine Kelly.”
She came with a scream that would have awakened the dead. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for him because he coaxed her up and over again.
“Catherine Kelly’s a screamer,” he whispered, his lips coasting over her thigh. “Very improper and very hot.”
Bathed in sweat and more sated than she could ever recall being, Cat closed her eyes and took deep, cleansing breaths. Her eyes flew open when he buried himself in her. “Condom,” she gasped.
“Got it,” he said, bringing his head down for a sweet, simple kiss.
She gripped his muscular arms as he held himself up and pumped into her.
“Ian. . . ”
“What, babe?”
“I think”—she gasped as he went deep—“I’m going to come again.”
“Okay.” He brought his mouth down hard on hers to muffle her screams of ecstasy. As he thrust into her, his muted cry escaped from their joined lips. “Damn,” he gasped when he could speak again. He shifted to his side so he wouldn’t crush her and brought her with him.
Cat curled up to him, nuzzled his soft chest hair, and went to sleep.
Holding her close to him as she slept, Ian was hit with a pang of guilt.
He hated spending time away from Rosie, and hiring a babysitter so he could roll around in bed with a woman he had just met went against everything he believed in as a parent.
Since Rosie came along, there hadn’t been many opportunities to roll around with anyone, so it wasn’t like this was something he did often—never, in fact.
He took care of Rosie every day and worked most nights. That was his life.
His widowed neighbor, Mrs. O’Connell, was happy to watch Rosie whenever he had to work.
Since she had his cell phone number and could always reach him, he hadn’t mentioned to Mrs. O that he wasn’t going to work.
It wasn’t that he had lied to her. He had just failed to mention that his plans for the evening didn’t include work.
Nothing about this evening had gone according to plan—not that he was complaining.
What an amazing woman Catherine Kelly had turned out to be.
As he ran his hand over the incredibly sexy mermaid tattoo on the back of her right shoulder, he wondered if this would be a one-time thing or the start of something more substantial.
He hoped it was the latter, because he hadn’t had nearly enough of her.
With her asleep, he finally had the chance to process what she told him about Nathan and Georgie.
No wonder why Nate had been so upset that Georgie didn’t want to pursue a relationship with him.
Nate wasn’t a one-night stand kind of guy.
In fact, since his girlfriend died in college, he hadn’t dated much at all.
He was due for some happiness, and Ian hoped his brother wasn’t going to get his heart broken again.
Checking his watch, he couldn’t believe it was already seven thirty. Ninety minutes had never gone by so fast. He hated to do it, but she had to be at work in half an hour. “Cat,” he whispered. “Catherine.”
Her eyes flipped open, and for a moment she seemed surprised to find him in her bed.
He was aware of the exact moment that she remembered what had happened between them.
Her smile was sleepy and sexy. “Hey.”
“Hey, yourself. You’ve got to go to work.”
She groaned.
He turned them so she was on top of him. “Call in sick.”
“I can’t.”
“Aren’t you the boss?”
“Yeah, but . . .”
“What?” He filled his hands with her soft buttocks and nibbled her neck.
“I’m drawing a total blank.”
“When was the last time you called in sick?”
“Never.”
“First time for everything.”
“I’m not big on first-date sex, either.”
Touched by her confession, he kissed her.
She surprised him with her passionate response.
“I can’t believe I already want you again,” he whispered.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Don’t worry about me. I can subsist on sex alone.”
She propped her chin on his chest and smiled. “I just had the best idea.”
“What’s that?”
“How about I call in sick and we stay here all night?”
“Now why didn’t I think of that?”
Cat squealed with laughter as he tickled her.
When he heard someone moving around in the hallway, Ian covered her mouth with his hand.
A knock on the door startled them.
“Cat?” Tess said. “Are you home?”
Cat and Ian stayed perfectly still until they heard Tess’s retreating footsteps. And then they dissolved into laughter.