Page 32 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)
“I do. She’s here for a weekend. What could she do in a weekend to do any of those things?”
“She’s going to say something that makes you never speak to me again.” She’s not asking and she’s not guessing. She says it like it’s a fact.
“Katherine, look at me,” I instruct, tipping her chin my way. She looks up at me from my chest with teary eyes. “There’s nothing your mom could say, I promise.”
“You looked so angry at dinner.”
“For you. To be perfectly honest, I don’t care a bit what your mom thinks of me. I can’t bear to listen to the things she thinks of you though.”
The next thing I know, her lips are on mine. The most confusing woman I’ve ever met. One minute she wants me at a distance, in the very next she’s kissing me in her bed.
She rolls on top of me, straddling me. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, earning a groan from me. My hands are wrapped in her hair and she’s grinding against me.
“Katherine, we can’t,” I say breathlessly.
“I need you, I’ll be quiet.” She leans forward, kissing my neck.
“Only one problem with that,” I say, flipping her onto her back, hovering over her. “You’re very loud when I’m between your legs,” I remind her, slipping a hand under her nightgown. She gasps at the contact.
“I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet,” she assures me .
I know it’s a bad idea. Maybe if I was a stronger man I’d tell her no. But I’m not and Katherine is currently looking up at me with big, baby blue, fuck-me eyes.
I push the fabric of her panties to the side, running my middle finger through her wetness. She’s fucking soaked. She chews on her bottom lip so hard it looks like she might draw blood.
“You’re sure you can be quiet?” I ask. She nods quickly.
I run my finger down her slit one more time before sinking it inside. A moan slips out of her mouth and she quickly claps a hand over her mouth. I still my movement, smiling down at her. She rolls her eyes at me, knowing why I’m smiling at her.
“Ready?” I ask and she nods. I set a pace with my fingers, dragging them in and out of her. Slowly at first but slowly gaining speed and pressure. For a few minutes, she’s able to keep it together but it doesn’t take her long to start making too much noise again.
I withdraw my fingers from her and she lets out a whimper with the loss of contact. I sit back on my knees so I’m no longer on top of her. I loop my fingers through the hips of her panties and drag them down her thighs.
I lean back up, hovering over her again. I bring the hand holding her panties up to her mouth. “Open,” I demand. She pops her mouth open without question. I stuff the fabric in the opening of her mouth. “Maybe now you can actually be quiet.”
I lean forward, reaching into the drawer that I found her sex toys in, praying I’ll find condoms. It feels like Christmas when I do. I tear the foil with my teeth and roll it over myself.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, she gives me a fast nod. I line myself up with her entrance. “If you make a sound, I’m going to stop, do you understand?” She nods again. “If you want to stop, give me a tap, okay?” She nods once more.
I push into her and we both let out strangled moans of pleasure. Hers muffled by the fabric in her mouth.
I scan her face for any sign of discomfort. When there isn’t any I take that as my green light to give her more. I’m driving into her slow and deep. Her eyes roll back so far they look like they might get stuck.
I slip my hand between us, drawing circles on that familiar bundle of nerves and she cries out, loud enough to be heard through the fabric. I halt all of my movements.
A wicked smile creeps up on my face. This is the kind of control someone could get drunk on. Giving her an extra moment to pull herself together, I reach into her nightstand and grab one of her vibrating toys.
I push back inside of her and this time, I bring the vibrator down to her clit. As soon as it touches her she tightens around me nearly sending me over the edge.
I get a chance to collect myself though because she lets out a moan and I pull the vibrator from between her legs. She huffs a disappointed sigh.
A few seconds later I pick up where I left off. She’s soaking wet, dripping all over me, all over her, and all over the bed. Her pleasure builds and builds and just as it’s reaching a peak, I pull away from her again and she whines. She bucks her hips, looking for the friction I’m not giving her.
I come back to a steady pace and put the vibrator against her again.
This time she’s doing exceptionally terrible at being quiet.
Admittedly, it’s probably my fault for winding her up this tight.
Still, when she makes a noise too loud, I go to pull the vibrator away.
She catches my wrist with her hand this time though .
She mumbles against the fabric again but this time it sounds more like a word. I pull the panties from her mouth.
“What was that, honey?” I chuckle.
“Please,” is all she says. She looks pathetic in a way that makes my abdomen tighten.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come,” she begs. I lower the vibrator back to her clit and her eyes snap shut. I kiss her before placing the fabric back into her mouth.
I keep driving into her, winding her tighter and tighter. When I can feel her getting closer, I push the spare pillow beside her under her head, propping her up.
“Look at us, Kat.” I lean back, clearing her view. We both watch as I thrust in and out of her. Her eyes screw shut and I slow my pace. “Watch yourself come on my cock. I want you to see the way you squeeze and soak me,” I tell her.
Her eyes open and fall between us watching. It doesn’t take long for her to come apart with muffled cries of my name. I can’t tell if it’s the feeling alone or the tortured look on her face when she comes but I come harder than I ever have.
I pull the fabric from her mouth and kiss her on her lips. I collapse on the bed next to her and we both lie there, chests heaving.
“I needed that,” she sighs.
“Sex?” I ask with a laugh.
“For you to take control for a little bit.”
“Anytime, Kitty Kat.”
“Stop calling me that!” she groans, pulling the pillow over her face.