Page 32 of The IT Guy


Font Size:

We’re establishing a rhythm, and I like it. I stayed over last night because there’s no question that her place is way nicer than mine. Her house is homey and warm. My place is a decorator’s nightmare. I ran home after lunch to grab some clothes and shoes and my toothbrush. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, but it is a big deal. And it’s not the fact that we’re cohabitating and carpooling and that I stole a kiss in the doorway of her office today that’s a big deal for me. And I’m not fazed by the fact that Tall Steve caught us mid-embrace and then wandered back to his office, likely disillusioned that Elaine had time on her hands to do something other than proof his work. No, the big deal is her trust. The idea of a relationship scares the hell out of her, I can tell. And I don’t know the details of her marriage or divorce, but I’m certain her ex was a dirtbag who left her emotionally wrecked. And don’t even get me started on her mom. It’s clear that both her ex and her mom did a number on her and her faith in men and relationships. Hell, even faith in herself. She’s thirty-four, as she loves to remind me, and her mom still has a major say in how she sees herself. So I know that her trust in me is not easily given and I see it for the gift that it is.

Now we’re making dinner. Well, Lainie’s cooking. I’m making friends with Jimmy, the one-eyed cat.

“I can’t believe he’s this affectionate with you. He usually hates strangers. He barely comes out when my brother comes over, which is, admittedly, not very often.”

“I can’t believe you’re surprised. I’m basically the most lovable person ever.”

“You are irresistible.”

“I’m glad you’re finally seeing the light.” I keep petting Jimmy, and he keeps purring and headbutting my hand when my pace slows down.

“How do you feel about onions?”

“Uh...I love them, as long as you’re eating them, too.”

“Ha, I guess the same is true for garlic?”

“Yep.”

“Ok. The spinach, peppers, and broccoli are chopped. The eggs are beaten. The cheese is shredded. And you hate tomatoes, right?”

“With every fiber of my soul. Except when they’re turned into ketchup.”

“That makes zero sense, but a green veggie frittata we will have. I’ll stick this in the oven. And the bacon should be done soon.”

“That sounds delicious. I’ll sit here and shower affection on Jimmy. Wait, I bet I can set the table as I carry him…”

“Table? I’m sorry, did you miss the memo where I make delicious food, then get distracted by my naked boyfriend, and then we reheat the food around midnight? Do you not read romance novels?”

“In fact, I don’t. But I’m beginning to see the error of my ways. Can I start with the Highlander book on the shelf in your office?” She blushes at my reference, but doesn’t look away. I stand and set Jimmy down in his fluffy little cat bed. Apparently, witty banter and food prep are taking a backseat to flirting. I’m good with this.

“It is a really good story. But it’s also part of a trilogy, so you’ll have some catching up to do.” She turns and sets the timer and moves around the kitchen with ease and maybe it’s selfish of me, but I like that I get to see this side of her.

“Luckily, I’m a really fast reader.”

“Excellent. But for a boy genius, I’m a little disappointed. You missed a key detail.”

“Impossible. My comprehension is flawless, and I have the SAT scores to prove it.”

“Really?” She returns to the stove and places the bacon on paper towels then turns the burner off.

“Seriously. I got a perfect score on my first go round. I’m not just a pretty face. Or a pair of sexy arms.” The arms in question wrap around her shoulders as I draw her close. I can’t get enough of her.

“You seem pretty confident.”

“And with good reason. I can back it up. That timer says we’ve got eighteen minutes until dinner is done. And while I’m all in favor of hot kitchen sex, as you know, I’m also all about fire safety. And the detail in question is that you called me your naked boyfriend. Which means I’ve got about seventeen minutes and change to drive you out of your mind.” I’m behind her, my front to her back, my dick pressed against her lush ass, because, let’s face it, I’m fully hard. It takes me seconds to be ready for her, but I’m going to take my sweet time getting her ready for me. I want her to know there’s no rush on any of this. But I also want to get her so worked up that her insecurities fall aside, and she lets me all the way in. It seems like Elaine is the most open to me when we’re naked and panting and half out of our minds. And if that’s the way to get her to see how good we can be together, I’m not complaining.

I sweep Lainie’s long, thick hair to the side and bend to press a kiss to the back of her neck. Her gasp lets me know I’ve hit just the right spot. She grips the countertop and lowers her head a fraction, granting me more access, and I capitalize on the invitation. My hands wrap around her waist, solidifying our connection, and my lips trail a path along her neck. I linger on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and her ass pushes back against me impatiently.

“You like this?” I tease her.

“Mmmm…” she moans, and god, that’s nearly enough to distract me from my course. “Turn off the oven. I’ll make more food later. Just—uhhhh.” Her ass rubs against my dick and the layers of clothing barely make a difference. She wants me, and I want her,that much is clear.

I pull away for a moment and I can tell she thinks I’m obeying her commands. Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, I tug it over my head and toss it aside. “Nope. That’s not how this is gonna go,” I answer, as I curl my body around hers, my chest warm against the cool silk of her top. I tug at the neckline to reveal more of her gorgeous body for me to kiss. “My job is to drive you out of your damn mind. Your job is to enjoy it.”

“Simon, please! I want—”

“I know what you want, Lain. And I’ll give it to you,” I promise as I lift the edge of her blouse and let my fingers roam against her bare flesh. “You’ll get it. All of it.” Her head tilts back to rest on my chest, and her breathing is heavy and fast. My fingertips play with the lacy edges of her bra, and I know I’m driving her crazy. My girl is not patient when it comes to sex. “But there are rules.”