Page 49 of Harbor in the Tempest

The first time she showed it to me, I was so turned on I could hardly breathe. She called it the best kind of foreplay. I wholeheartedly agree. She pants with her lips capping my shoulder. The only word I understand this time is, “More.” I must hold myself back. I have a fantasy in mind.

“I won’t stop this time, Viper. I won’t. Dive over that cliff hard.”

We push back into overdrive. She hardly has time to register what is happening. We drive as one, together, into each other. The doors and drawers of the vanity beneath her are rattling with our desire. The sound of our skin dances in the sound of the falling water behind us.

Dylan’s groans become longer and deeper. “I’m going to….” are her last words before I feel the pads of her fingers dive deep into my right shoulder. I stop moving immediately. A fraction of movement from me would send me over the edge, and that’s not where I want to be yet.

My eyes are focused on her, everything about her. The back of her right hand flexed against the mirror, her damp hair creating art in the fogged mirror her head rests against, the driving beat of her heart I can see in the pulse of her neck.

The flush of her skin. It’s morphed from an inviting ivory to a vibrant pink. I can feel her body grip me from the inside. She doesn’t want to let go, which is a good thing. I’m not finished yet.

I release her wrist as she begins to relax and wrap her body around mine. “Hold on tight. I’m not letting you go.”

Her sweet little giggle signals she’s more than okay with that. Lifting her from the counter, we turn and slowly walk through that shower door into a wall of steam. I lower her to the floor under the falling rain. Spinning her slowly away, I draw her back to my chest. The wet strands of her hair lay across us like a connecting tattoo.

My hands trace over her from the top of her head, down her shoulders, ending with my hands pulling back across her chest. I caress over her breasts, allowing my thumbs to tease her. She shows her appreciation in a gorgeous sigh and the shifting of her weight beneath her. Dylan desires the friction again.

She slides her hand across her torso and over her belly button in a direct line to relief. “No,” I tell her. “I want that.” Leaning in, the water rushes down my back, the heat charges me. I whisper in her ear, “Bend forward. Brace yourself on the wall.”

Her back arches gloriously forward. As my fingers slide down her spine, she turns her head back over her shoulder to watch me. I don’t make eye contact. That’s not where I’m focused at the moment. I want to watch myself enter her this way. I want to see the twitches in her body as I reach around to invite my fingers to feast.

Dylan’s anticipation amplifies as I caress down her hair then anchor my hand around it. As I give my bouquet of locks a tug, I push back inside her. The path is easy and wholly erotic. How I am with her is not how I’ve been with anyone before. I have this amazing feeling of power. When we met, she had all the control and I was more than content.

She’s changed me. A woman can trust you to be a husband, boyfriend, or partner. A woman can trust you to be a father and caregiver. Dylan has given me one of the ultimate shows of trust. She’s trusted me to have a bit of power over her body, which in turn, makes me feel more connected to her than I have to any other woman ever.

I push into her over and over again. The gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, sound of our skin melts with the murmur of the water raining over us. I can feel her abs tighten as my hand falls over them on my way to her sweet spot. Her knees buckle slightly as I vibrate back and forth. She’s sinking into every feeling. Her raw emotions are one of the most seductive things about her.

“Shit. Eli… Eli…”

I know. I know.My teeth grind and my own pants give way. “Yes. God. Yes.”

My release plunges into her, spurring another wave of her own. My arm quickly wraps at her waist as her body gives in. She’s given me every ounce of her. That was the fantasy I wanted. Dylan let go in much the same way she’s gotten me to do.Desirehas becomeAll I Want Is You.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Elijah

My body is beyond fully relaxed, but my mind is spinning like a top. But like with her spins, they always come back to center. My center is over one question. I asked it of Tori and got a lie in return. I need to ask it again but this time from Dylan. I need to for myself and to have the knowledge to move forward.

“Hey, beautiful,” I whisper. “Are you still awake?”

The soft apple of her cheek nuzzles against my chest. “Just barely,” she mumbles.

“Awake enough to talk?”

My heart is pounding softly. I know she can feel it. To her credit, she says nothing. “I can be.” Her hand trails from its position under her cheek to stroke down the side of my rib cage. She permits her fingers to move slowly up, down, and over the ridges.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?”

Her fingers stop moving as her head pops up. “That’s a deep question for this time of night, or should I say morning.”

“I mean it. I have a lot of things churning around in my brain. I know you want a career in dance, but what about the rest?”

“The rest? Ask me a better question, Sawyer. You know damn well that’s not the one.”

We’ve lived in the land of don’t ask, don't tell for months. We’ve stayed at the carnival, ridden the rides, played the games, and excelled in the fun house. She scolded Tori for being a coward and not having the conversation because it was too hard. I need to know if she can practice what she preaches.

I wrap my arms around her tight and anchor her to my chest once more. My courage, or sheer idiocy, breaks the silence. “Do you want to be married? Have kids?”

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