Page 47 of Rainstorm

“I have to be at work very early on Tuesday morning,” she protested feebly as my wandering hands felt her shiver at my touch, her long lashes fluttering, like dark fans dusting her cheekbones. So beautiful.

“Not a problem. I promise I’ll make sure you’ll be at the studio at three in the morning sharp.”

Her laugh filled the room, a sound I’d never get tired of hearing.

“No, please, not quite that early. Just after four would be great.”

In my head I was already making plans, thinking that she lived closer to the studio than I did, so the commute would take slightly longer. But that was fine, I could deal.

“Great, it’s settled.” I was more than ready to swap her bed for mine. “Go and pack whatever you need, then you’re coming home with me.”

While I picked up my discarded clothes from the previous evening, she flew around, getting a flower-patterned duffel bag from her walk-in closet to put her things in.

“Pack a swimsuit,” I suggested, and was rewarded with a thousand megawatt smile. She was a beach girl. Perfect.

Perfect for me.

Made for me.

Chased by me.

My philosophy was that life might put options in front of you, but the choices you made were down to you. And it had been my choice, my decision to go after Rose. It wasn’t just fate. I made it happen.

I’d been determined to make this woman mine.

Half an hour later we were speeding along the freeway in my silver truck, eating up the miles on our way to my house.

As I placed my hand on the soft skin of her leg, the anticipation was like a heavy fog hanging between us, and it was killing me.

Something indescribable and at the same time extraordinary was building between us.

Not just chemistry.

Not just lust.

It was more powerful.

More potent.

Something invincible.

Almighty.

We didn’t say a single word, but the silence was easy, comforting in a mysterious way since our souls were communicating louder than our voices ever could.

My soul calling out her name.

By the time I was parking my truck in front of my place, the sun was just peeking over the horizon. My house wasn’t anything impressive, just a one-story bungalow painted in white, with black frames and shutters. The place had been a total wreck when I’d bought it, so I’d had to completely gut it and start from scratch, which made it kinda handy that I worked for a construction company.

“Feeling adventurous?” I asked as I cut the engine.

“I’m here, right? Isn’t that adventurous enough?” she teased, turning to look at me.

And at that moment, although the sun was just starting to illuminate the city, all the sunlight I needed was coming from her beautiful eyes.

I was caught in her storm of sweetness and sassiness.

This girl was delicious temptation personified.

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