Page 71 of Eye of the Hurricane
He shakes his head.
“You’re not in charge. Not for this,” he corrects. It’s not just to make a point, either, he really doesn’t take the shirt off.
I slide a hand between us and palm him through his jeans. A groan rumbles low in his throat.
“I want to tasteyounow,” I tell him.
“Nope, tonight is about you.”
“If I want it, doesn’t that make it for me?” I ask, propping my head up on my elbow.
“Maybe, you’re still not getting it though.”
I stick my lip out and he leans forward, nipping it with his teeth. He flips me on my back, hovering over me. My eyes land first on his silver necklace hanging over me then flick up to meet his. He reaches a hand behind his neck and yanks his shirt up over his head like some kind of movie.
“I want to take this dress off you now. Can I?” he asks.
“Thought you were in charge, why are you asking me?” I ask, tucking my tongue into my cheek. He raises a brow at me.
“I am in charge. Never mistake that for me not needing or wanting your consent. This is only fun for me if I know it’s still fun for you.”
How can a comment be so sexy and heartfelt at the same time? It’s so kind but it also has me soaking the bed.
He leans back, giving me the room to sit up. When I do, he pulls the dress over my head, leaving me in nothing. His eyes drag slowly up and down my body.
“I know I’ve said it before, but you’re so perfect, Katherine. I don’t know what to do with you,” he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
The words send a full feeling rushing into my chest. It feels like the air and the words are lodged in my throat.
“Thank you,” I squeeze out, quietly.
He stands for a moment, unbuckling his jeans. He leaves his pants and boxers in a pile on the floor of my bedroom. He climbs back onto the bed and holds himself over top of me while settling himself between my thighs.
We’re both stripped down to nothing. His skin againstmine is euphoric. It feels like we’re made to be touching each other.
It’s in this moment that it sinks in that we’re really going to do this. I never had big expectations for this moment. I wasn’t holding out for the perfect guy or the perfect moment.
This is the perfect moment, though. And he is the perfect guy. My expectations weren’t big. Even if they had been, this would have met them.
Somehow, I’m still nervous. Despite everything being perfect, there’s still a sense of anxiety blooming in my chest.
“Are you nervous?” Ares asks. I’m sure it’s all over my face. It doesn’t stop me from lying, though.
“No.”
He tilts his head at me, letting me know he’s sees right through it. “Katherine.”
“If I say I’m nervous, you’re going to say we need to stop and that’s not what I want.”
“No, we only have to stop if you can’t be honest about how you’re feeling. Nervous is fine, I can work with nervous.”
“Yes, I’m nervous. But I want to keep going,” I assure him.
He doesn’t waste another moment. His lips are on mine again and he’s grinding against me. The head of his cock is gliding against my clit. All I can do is whine in response.
I lift my hips in an attempt to find more friction. He bows his head and lets out a whimper. A fuckingwhimper,out of someone who’s all man.
“If you want it, ask for it,” he taunts, kissing a line from my jaw between my breasts.
