Page 69 of Eye of the Hurricane
“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 likeKatherine 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 inyour 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.
