Page 14 of Like a Hurricane

He meets my kiss with his own, overpowering it as his hands come around to press into my back, holding me with no escape, not that I was trying. His tongue seeks access between my lips, tangling with mine in a battle of passion and domination. And I was a mess of mixed feelings, part of me wanted to submit, give myself over, and the other part wanted him begging.

So, it was a fight.

Right there on the sidewalk, mouths fused in a kiss so intense it fried my brain of all coherent thoughts until this was the only thing that mattered.

Neither one of us gives up control or power, my hands curling tight into the lapels of his jacket while his palms press firmly on my spine, like we couldn’t get close enough. The sound of tires sloshing through melted snow sounds to the left of us but even with an audience, we didn’t stop.

“Spend the night with me,” He rasps, nipping my kiss swollen bottom lip.

“Get in the fucking car, Everett,” I practically growl, attacking his mouth as I push him towards the car waiting to take me home. I only release his mouth to let him climb into the back, the door held open by the driver who looks at everything and anything other than us as we practically fuck each other’s mouths with our tongues.

“Rett,” He corrects.

“Everett,” His name comes out on a moan as I straddle his lap, the dress stretching to within an inch of its life as my legs part to make the distance of his thighs. Then I press down onto his lap, feeling the hard, thick length of him currently tenting the front of his pants. He groans as I grind against it, throwing my head back as my hands grip his shoulders for support and his come down onto my thighs, fingers sinking into my flesh.

“Fuck, Arryn,” He groans, guiding my hips in a slow, torturous grind against his cock.

We were like a couple of horny teenagers on prom night, getting off in the back of the limo on the way home.

The journey back to my place flies by in a blur of teeth and tongue and temptation. I was ready to fucking burst and the man had yet to touch me. I was so fucking hot and wet and needy; I was fully prepared to strip him down right now, but then the car comes to a stop and the driver very loudly clears his throat.

“Get out the car, Arryn, so I can take this fucking dress off you and lick every inch of your body.”

“Don’t tease me, Everett.”

“We’ll see who’s teasing when I have you spread on your kitchen table with your legs over my shoulders.”

I just about manage to stifle my groan and get out of the car, my legs like jelly as I feel his body follow mine, sliding up behind me as the door slams and the car drives away, leaving us completely alone on the street outside my house. He presses against the back of me, his chest to my spine, his hand curling around my hip as he tugs me back slightly, pressing his hard cock to my ass.

“What are you waiting for?” He whispers, brushing hair away from my neck so he can press a tender kiss to the space where my neck meets my shoulder.

“Don’t disappoint me, Everett.”

“Get your pretty ass inside, little storm, let me show you how much I’m not going to disappoint you.”

There was a tremor in my hands that wasn’t there before.

I didn’t get nervous, I didn’t get shy or unsure but right now, with Everett, I felt out of my element. And I couldn’t figure out why.

“Where should I have you first, princess?” He whispers, guiding me forward. The warmth of the house chases away any chill from standing on the sidewalk, so these goose bumps were all his doing. “Right here in the entrance?” He muses, “Bent over that pretty white couch?”

“Everett,” I whisper.

“Louder.”

“What?”

“Say my name louder,” He demands, “I’ll be making you scream it soon enough.”

My breath rushes from me as my heart kicks up a notch.

He stops us in the space between my living room and kitchen. Since my place had an open plan layout there were no walls between where my kitchen and living room started.

“We didn’t have dessert,” Everett says lightly.

“No.”

“I’m a dessert man, Arryn.”

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