Page 25 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)

Ares

“What was that for?” Katherine asks me. She’s looking at me with wide eyes, glistening in the light of my cellphone. Her lips are plump and reddened from our kiss.

I don’t have a great answer for her. What was it for? Because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to all week, but I had to respect the distance she asked for.

“I missed you,” I admit.

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I missed you too.” She slumps forward, resting her forehead on my chest like she’s defeated. As if she’s been fighting missing me for days and finally just gave in. But maybe that’s wishful thinking.

The meteorologist on the stream comes on to tell us the warning has been lifted for our area.

This isn’t my first hurricane, it’s also not my worst. In my eyes, this is all par for the course. I can tell that it has Katherine in a panic, though.

I push open the door of the closet and we both walk out. She goes straight for her cabinet filled with candles. She brings me an arm load of candles and hands me a lighter.

We each take our time placing candles in every corner of the rooms that we might need access to. To save some of her candles and avoid unnecessary fire risk, we only use them to light the living room, her bedroom, and one single candle in the bathroom.

By the time we’re done, the whole house is lit in a warm golden haze. I make a mental note to paint the way the house looks in the dim glow of candlelight.

“How are you so calm?” she asks me, dropping down onto the couch. I take the seat next to her, pulling her silky, bare legs into my lap. She stretches them out with ease.

“This isn’t my first hurricane,” I explain as I take her calf in my hands and rub tight strokes from her ankle to her knee.

The quietest hum of satisfaction rumbles low in her throat, tipping her head back. The sight sends blood rushing to my cock.

I think Katherine was put on this Earth to embarrass me. It wasn’t bad enough she made me come in my pants. Now I’m getting hard over her reaction to a leg rub.

“It’s not my first, either. I never remember being scared like this though.”

“This is your first time having to board and bag your own house, right?” I ask. She nods her head. “Well there you go, it’s easy to not be worried when it’s not your house to lose.”

“Sometimes I feel like you can sort my thoughts out better than I can,” she says with a giggle.

“Audra and Ravyn would be so proud to know they successfully shaped me to read women well.”

I switch to her other leg and again her head rolls back with a hum of pleasure.

“I’ll tell them,” she assures me.

“ You’ll tell them? How do you plan on doing that?” I ask.

“Ravyn put all of us girls in a group chat while we were at the campgrounds.”

Oh God. Nightmares really do come true.

Audra is less of a concern to me. Ravyn though? God help me. Scratch what I said about Katherine being put on this Earth to embarrass me. That’s Ravyn’s job. And she takes it very seriously.

“Well… whatever they say about me, it’s a lie. Unless it’s nice, then it’s true,” I joke. Katherine gives me a halfhearted eye roll, unable to commit to any real annoyance when I’m giving her a leg massage.

She sits up, pausing for a moment. I just watch her, waiting to see what she’s about to do. I feel like that’s all I can do lately. She climbs across the seat and straddles my lap.

There’s no hiding how hard I am now. Not when she lowers her ass to sit all the way in my lap. I can feel myself strained against her.

“Distract me,” she whispers, leaning forward and placing her lips on my neck. My eyes fall shut.

Every time she touches me, I feel like I’m breathing for the first time. Like I’m not really alive until she’s touching me.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You wanted distance,” I remind her. I start praying to gods I’ve never even heard of, anyone out there who’s willing to hear me, begging that she wants this. Because I want this. So damn bad.

“Just once,” she says quietly, lips grazing just under my jaw. “To get it out of our systems.”

I know better. She should know better too. But if she wants to live in the delusion that we could ever be done after just one time, I’ll show her how wrong she is.

“Once won’t be enough. You know it. ”

“It will be. It has to be,” she says.

It’s clear that she’s not trying to convince me. She’s trying to convince herself.

“This is really what you want?” I’m holding on to my self control by a thread. I need the confirmation, though. I think back to Audra’s advice and I need her to know she could have space if she really wanted it.

“Yes,” she says firmly, placing her lips on mine.

I wrap both arms around her back, holding her tight to me. I stand from the couch with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and arms around my neck. Between feverish and broken kisses, I manage to walk us to her bed.

I set her on her feet by the bed. I tip her chin up with my pointer finger, making her look me in the eyes.

“You want to be in control, Kat? Or do you want to spend the night letting someone else take the reins? Tell me how you want me,” I plead, looking down at her.

She looks up at me with these big eyes, begging to be told what to do. “You take control.”

It’s all I need to hear. I step forward, covering her mouth with mine. Her lips part and my tongue takes a couple of passes at hers. A soft moan is let loose into my mouth. If she wants a distraction, I’ll give her a damn good one.

“Get on the bed,” I instruct. Her hands fall to her sides, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it up. I gently swat her hand away, making her drop it. “The dress stays on.”

A smirk creeps up on her face and she pops a brow up at me. I can read between the lines. I know she’s getting ready to make fun of me for playing out this fantasy. Or maybe for having it in the first place.

I make no apologies though. There’s no one out there like Katherine Graeves. She’s running a one woman show in my dreams.

“Don’t tell me you’re surprised.” I huff a laugh.

I crane my head down, placing my lips against the shell of her ear to whisper to her.

“I know I’m not the only one who’s fantasized about me pushing one of these little dresses up over your hips and sliding right between these thighs,” I say, tracing the tips of my fingers up her thighs.

Goosebumps rise on her skin. I trail the pads of my fingers down the length of both her arms. She’s panting, waiting for me to do something. I have her exactly where I want her.

“Tell me, have you used one of those toys of yours to get yourself off thinking about it? Have you slid one of your perfect hands between your thighs thinking about the way I’d feel inside of you with your dress bunched around your waist?

” I pull away from her ear to see her face.

The only light is the luminous flickering of candlelight in the corners of the room.

She pulls her lip between her teeth and nods.

I place a single kiss on her forehead before taking a step back. I take a moment to really soak her in. The subtle blush of her cheeks, the way her dress hugs the curve of her waist, and the way the candlelight illuminates her features.

She’s so damn beautiful.

“Lay on your back,” I tell her, tipping my head toward the bed. She obeys without question and lies down in the middle of the bed. “Ass to the edge of the bed.”

She slides herself to the edge like I asked.

“I’m going to taste you now, is that okay?” I ask. She pops up on her elbows with a shit eating grin on her face.

“You already tasted me, remember? When you came in your pants.” She stifles a laugh, pulling her lip between her teeth again.

I kneel over her body and slide my palm up the center of her neck, wrapping my fingers around it gently.

“Anyone ever told you that you have a smart mouth?” I taunt, hovering over her mouth. Her smirk widens in to a full on smile.

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’. She’s fucking asking for it.

“Allow me to be the first.” I lower my mouth to whisper in her ear. “You have a smart fucking mouth.” I tighten my grip slightly around her throat and she lets out a harsh breath. Her back arches and her chest presses into mine.

This feels like more than what it’s meant to be. This doesn’t feel like getting it out of our systems. This feels like taking a hit of something I’ll be addicted to for the rest of my life.

I slide myself down her body and off the bed. I loop my fingers into the waistband of her panties and she lifts her hips for me to peel them off her.

She’s bare in front of me and there’s a well-groomed layer of hair over her.

Fuck me . Everything about her is alluring, downright addicting.

“Goddamn, Kat. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” I gush, planting a kiss by her knee. I place another on her inner thigh, nipping her with my teeth.

I’m not offering niceties. I’m not telling her what I think she wants to hear. Her pussy is genuinely the prettiest I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She sucks a harsh breath between her teeth. “Shut up,” she gasps.

“I’m just being honest.” I kiss all the way up her thigh until I’m only inches from her pussy. I can see her glistening in the dim flickering lights.

I dip my head between her thighs and lick one long stripe along her slit. She throws her head back with a loud cry. Instantly, I’m doing equations in my head trying not to have a repeat of what happened in the tent.

“Honey, you taste like honey,” I praise, looking up at her. I lick her off of my lips, eyes burning into hers. There’s a deep blush spread across her cheeks. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about you laid out for me like this and having a taste.”

I lower my head back between her thighs and bury my face into her center. It’s everything I fantasized about it being and more. She’s perfect and she tastes damn perfect, too.

I keep working my tongue between her legs and she continues crying out and tugging on my hair. I’m so hard it hurts, but all I can think about is the way she tastes and whines.

I slide a finger through the wetness of her folds before slipping it inside. Her back arches off of the bed again. When I slide it back out, I add a second. And that’s what sends her soaring toward the edge of oblivion.

“Shit. I’m close already,” she pants out. A low chuckle vibrates out of me.

“Come for me. If you come for me, you can have my cock,” I coax her. When I say it, she clenches around my fingers. I curl the pads of my fingers to the spot that makes her whole body tremble.

It only takes a handful of thrusts from my fingers for her to come apart for me. Mouth popped open, thighs squeezing my head, and my personal favorite—her crying out my name over and over again .

I climb up from my knees and join her on the mattress. She’s panting, chest heaving, and cheeks burning red.

“Open,” I instruct, tapping the pads of my wet fingers on her bottom lip. She doesn’t hesitate for a single second. She parts her lips for me, welcoming my fingers.

“Taste yourself.” I slide the pads of my fingers against her tongue and her eyes snap shut in a moment of pure ecstasy.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she agrees.

“How are you? Do you want to keep going? I ask, checking in. She gives me an enthusiastic nod.

“I’m good. I want to keep going,” she assures me, placing one gentle kiss on my lips. I know I’ve met my match when she leans back an inch and licks her own juices from my lips.