Page 24 of Eye of the Hurricane
She doesn’t know where we are, but I do. We’re at the house my brother bought for him and Audra to live in. Audra doesn’t know it yet, either. I thought buying a house without showing it to her first was risky, but Roman seems sure she’ll love it.
I park the car and we get out. She walks around to my side of the car.
“Where are we?” she asks.
“Ro bought this house for him and Audra. She doesn’t know yet, he’s telling her tomorrow. I’m helping him.” Hereyes soften and her mouth pops open. For a second, I think she might start crying but she doesn’t.
“That’s so romantic!” she gushes.
“Yeah, it is. I had my reservations, but I think they’re kind of perfect for each other,” I admit.
“Long way from the fighting you were doing just over a month ago.”
“The fighting we were doing when you were in my bedroom asking me to fuck you?”
“Oh my god, I thought we agreed to never talk about that!” Kat squeals and covers her eyes. I pull her hands from her eyes, holding eye contact with her.
“Why is that night so embarrassing to you?”
“I don’t know. It just is.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Should I be embarrassed because I want to fuck you right now?” I ask in an attempt to drive my point home. Her already pink cheeks darken to a bright red.
“You want to fuck me right now?” A twisted part of me is ecstatic that was her takeaway.
“Yep. No shame about it either.” At this point, I half expect her to tell me Ishouldbe embarrassed. “Doyouwant to fuck me right now, Katherine?”
If she was red before, she’s now airing on the side of purple. She’s chewing her lip so hard I think she might break the skin. I should probably stop fucking with her, but it’s addicting. The way she blushes and just freezes is adorable.
“Yes,” she mumbles under her breath.Well fuck, I didn’t expect that. I was just trying to prove a point and fuck with her a little. I never expected a yes out of her. “But we can’t,” she adds.
“I know.” The plan. Thefuckingplan. Her and that. Goddamn. Plan.
“Are you going to tease me for that too?” she asks.
“I’m just trying to show you that there’s no reason to be shy about your sex life. You’re a grown woman, you shouldn’t feel shame for having urges.”
“You can blame the deeply religious southern parents for that one.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll break that habit.” I give her a wink.
“An arcade?”Her voice tells me she’s not happy about the last stop of our date. Her face tells another story, though. Excited eyes scan the arcade and a smile tips at the corners of her mouth.
“Yeah, I get the vibe you don’t have a lot of fun.” She pulls a hand quickly to her chest and drops her mouth open in fake shock.
“I have so much fun! I make sure to schedule it in and everything.”
“Fun can’t be penciled in, Kat.”
“Sure it can, I’ve been doing it for years.”
“I’ll show you what real fun is like, don’t worry,” I assure her. She rolls her eyes with a shake of the head like I’m the one being ridiculous. I think she’s lived this way for so long that she has no idea what she’s missing.
She keeps everything wrapped so tightbut I’d like to see her let loose. Just once, I want to see her without a plan or without a tight grip on the reins of life.
“Are you going to hold my hand here?” she asks so lowly, it’s almost a whisper. She’s blushing and I’m beginning to think I might be addicted to seeing her blush.
“Do you want me to?” She nods. “Then yes, I’m going to hold your hand.”
