Page 27 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)
Ares grabs one of my pillows, lifting my hips and setting it under them. The new angle is mind-numbing. He picks up his pace and stops being so delicate with me.
“You’re taking it so fucking well,” he groans. He seems as damn far gone as I am. I feel like I’m at the edge of a cliff and he’s about to drive me off of it.
“You like being praised don’t you, Kat?” he taunts, snapping his hips harder. A pathetic-sounding whimper slips from my lips. “I can tell by the way this perfect pussy is squeezing my cock. You want to be told how good you feel? Or how fucking pretty you sound like this?”
His words are the force sending me over the edge. My entire body trembles. I can’t seem to gather myself enough to find any real words for him.
“Tell me, Katherine,” Thrust . “Am I out of your system?” Thrust . “Is once enough?” Thrust.
Jesus .
“No,” I cry out, throwing my head back. An errant smirk tugs at his mouth.
“Come for me,” he demands, dropping a hand between us to draw circles around my clit.
“Come with me,” I plead. His lips attach to mine and we come apart together, crying each other’s names out.
Except it doesn’t feel like falling apart. It feels a lot more like falling together.
There are a hundred things running through my mind. At the forefront is surprise, mostly with myself. I had never considered I would like giving up control this much.
“Stay here. I’m going to clean you up,” Ares says, rolling off of me and standing from the bed.
At some point during all of that, the weather must have picked up because now that I’m not distracted, I can hear the rain pattering against the house. Thunder cracks loudly, causing me to squeak.
Ares quickly comes back into the room, a rag and pajamas in hand.
“Are you okay?” he asks, approaching me. He sets everything down, taking a moment to pull his boxers back on.
“Yes, the thunder just scared me.” I laugh .
“Can I clean you off?” he asks, holding the rag up to show me. I give him a slow nod.
He brings a warm rag between my legs and wipes me off carefully. This moment is arguably more intimate than the sex itself. Especially when his eyes are locked on mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks, continuing to run the warm rag over my skin.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I prop myself up on my elbows to see him better.
His hair is messier than usual and his lips are a deeper shade of pink. He looks even more gorgeous and I can’t wrap my head around how that’s possible.
“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head,” he says, sliding a pair of panties up my thighs. First, he put me through the mattress and now he’s dressing me and talking to me as if everything is normal.
“A lot. But also nothing. Does that make sense?” I ask.
The hurricane continues to rage outside. Thunder cracks and wind whips through every crevice of the house. It sounds like the house is being put through a car wash. Bellatrix comes running in the room at the increase in noise.
“Not really, no.” He slides my sleep shorts on me as he replies.
He holds out a hand, helping me to stand from the bed. I get quite the head rush upon standing. He pulls the matching pink floral pajama top over my head.
Little bells jingle at our feet, and Ares lets me go to pick Bellatrix up from the floor. She nuzzles into his neck and he drops a kiss to the top of her head before planting one on mine.
I take a moment to myself in the bathroom a few minutes later to properly clean myself up and to gather myself. I feel like I’m betraying myself by feeling different after having sex for the first time.
I want to roll my eyes at the girl in the mirror while she’s standing there with a smile glued to her face. But I’ve never felt more like a woman than tonight. I feel sexy and strong and desirable.
When I walk out of the bathroom, Ares is laid out on the couch in nothing but pajama pants with a cat fast asleep on his chest. It’s oddly quiet now.
“Will you check the weather?” I ask. The calmness is eerie. He pulls his phone out, looking for a stream covering Celine’s developments.
I go to watch over his shoulder. The eye of the hurricane has finally made landfall. What I don’t expect to see is that, at some point, she shifted and the eye is over us. We’re not at the center necessarily, but we are inside of it.
“Can we go outside and look?” I ask, slipping on the sandals Audra gave me at the campgrounds.
“Yeah, but it’s not over, so we can’t stay out there.”
We walk out of the front door and both snap our heads up. The sky is entirely clear. It’s beautiful and eerie all at once. You can see the stars twinkling in the navy blue sky.
“This is so cool,” I gush.
“Not so cool when you realize your palm tree is laying in your yard,” he says, pointing.
Sure enough, one of the two palm trees in my yard is pulled entirely out of the ground and lying there. There’s debris big and small scattered all over my neighborhood. No houses seem to be destroyed, though.
“How did we miss that happening?” I laugh.
“We were busy,” he mumbles, sliding his strong arms around my waist. My heart speeds up and my breath catches in my chest. I think I’ve lost my common sense when I’m asking myself if twice in the same night counts as once. And I know I have when I decide that it does.
“Probably best we stay distracted for the other eyewall then, hm?” I ask, spinning around in his grip to face him.
“Once not enough, Kitty Kat?”
“You know it’s not.”
“I do. But I needed to hear you acknowledge it.”
He picks me up off of the ground, wrapping my legs around him, and takes me back to bed. And we make the same bad decision again and again… and again.