Whisper Destiny

Chapter 42

~ Natasha ~

The space in the car was filled with a heavy, oppressive silence, a palpable tension that grew thicker halfway through our journey home. I didn't know how to navigate the conversation between us. Catherine had been distant since returning from Paris, and I was convinced it was because of the slap.

From the corner of my eye, I could see her lost in thought, staring out the window. How I wished I could peer into her mind, understand what she was thinking. Was she angry that I had disrupted her meeting? Did she find my behavior laughable, childish even? "Fuck," I muttered, cursing my own foolishness, unaware I had spoken aloud.

"Are you okay?" Catherine's voice broke the silence, startling me. I quickly recovered but didn't respond. I hate it when she always be the calm one between us.

"Have you eaten?" she asked again, her tone laced with concern. This only fueled my annoyance.

"No! I'm not okay," I snapped, the words harsh and bitter.

"Is something happening to you—"

"Stop being so nice to me! I don't appreciate it," I retorted, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"If you have problems, you—"

"I told you to stop being nice! And no, you cannot solve my problem because my problem is you!" The car was filled with a tense silence, the air crackling with unresolved emotions. I knew I would regret my next words, but they spilled out before I could stop them.

"You are my problem. I came to your office today because I suspected you of having an affair. I wanted to catch you with whoever you are with, to accuse you of infidelity with my own eyes!" My voice dripped with venom, but Catherine remained unmoved, her expression unreadable.

"It's bad enough that I can't bring myself to be with someone else, knowing I'm married, which I never thought throughly when I make a deal with you before. So, if I caught you being unfaithful, I'd feel less guilty and maybe finally able to go through with it. I always think the worst of you, but...why you..." my anger escalating, but cannot find the word to describe my anger. Catherine still remain silent.

"I need to get laid. Do you know how depressing it is not to have sex for a long time? And it's not helping how horny I am right now. So stop being nice to me! Let me have my need to be fulfilled" I spat out my final words just as the car pulled up to the porch of our house.

I shoved the car door open and stormed out, still seething with anger, not waiting for her response. The weight of my outburst hung in the air, leaving a trail of unresolved tension behind me.

When I entered the house, I made a beeline for my room, desperate to put some distance between us. I didn't trust myself around Catherine right now. But before I could escape, I felt a firm grip on my arm, and suddenly Catherine pushed me against the nearest wall. She placed her hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me in place.

She stepped closer, her body pressing against mine, too close for my liking. Our eyes met, and I noticed her usually calm ocean-blue eyes had darkened with intensity. Her hand moved to my cheek, and she leaned in slowly. My eyes darted to her lips, my breath hitching in anticipation.

But the kiss never came.

She retracted her head slightly without moving her body, creating a small, tantalizing space between us. I let out a sigh, clearly frustrated. When I glanced up, Catherine's eyes were already on me, filled with an unspoken desire. She wanted to kiss me; it was evident in her gaze. But why had she stopped?

"Why didn't you do what you attempted to do?" I whispered, the desperation in my voice betraying my impatience.

"I want you to initiate the kiss this time," Catherine replied, her voice hoarse and dripping with a raw, sensual intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn't quite understand my feelings, but I knew one thing for certain: I wanted to taste her lips again. I'd never thought of Catherine in a sexual way before, but now, with our bodies pressed against each other and her breath hot on my skin, I felt a surge of undeniable arousal.

My eyes caught the flick of Catherine's tongue as she moistened her lips, and when she bit her lower lip, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my lips against hers, and Catherine reciprocated immediately, her response fervent and eager.

I felt her hands slowly caressing my arm, traveling down to my waist. The kiss between us intensified, her lips moving hungrily against mine. My body shuddered as Catherine squeezed my waist, her touch igniting a fire within me.

When we parted, our breaths were heavy and labored. "Maybe, we should..." Catherine began to say, but I silenced her with another fervent kiss. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. When her tongue met mine, a moan escaped my lips, the sound raw and needy.

We kissed with a desperate urgency, each touch fueling the fire within us. I felt aroused and desperate, my body aching for more. I started to rub myself against Catherine, seeking any kind of friction to satisfy the hunger burning inside me. My hands roamed over her, fingers stroking her neck as we kissed, then moving downward to tug her shirt out of her pants.

"Tash..." Catherine's voice was breathless, her lips brushing against the tip of my nose. The sound of my name on her lips sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the intensity of her desire matching my own.

My fingers found their way under her shirt, tracing the warm skin beneath. The sensation was electric, and I could feel Catherine's body responding to my touch, urging me to go further. But suddenly, she stopped me, halting my exploration of this unfamiliar territory.

I looked into her eyes and saw a reflection of my own lust and longing.

"Maybe we should settle down first. Let's take a shower," she said, surprising me. Was she implying that I was smelly, undesirable, or did she not want to have sex with me? Confusion and a hint of insecurity washed over me, and I abruptly pushed her away, ready to flee upstairs. But before I could move, she held me back.

"Hey, I want you. Trust me, I want you more than anything right now, to do all the things you could ever imagine," she whispered, with looking directly into my eyes with a sincerity that calmed the storm within me. Her voice was steady, yet filled with an undercurrent of intense longing.

I felt my defenses slowly crumbling under the weight of her gaze. "But I don't want you to regret it later, I need you to be sure," she continued, her voice softer now. "Let's have a moment to think about it. After we settle down, if you still want to proceed, I'm more than happy to make you cum a lot tonight," she finished with a flirtatious smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

What she said suddenly made sense to me, even though my body was still buzzing with arousal. Without a word, I left her behind.

As I walked away, I could feel her eyes on me, and a small part of me wondered what would happen next. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but for now, a cool shower and a moment to gather my thoughts seemed like the best course of action.