Sunbeams and Thunderstorms (now published so sample only)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Warmth smothered Summer and something tickled against her neck. She stretched and heard her name whispered in a deep, alluring voice. A sigh escaped her and she drifted back into a light doze.

"Shit!" someone cursed nearby and that drew Summer from her dreamy, pleasant slumber. "Sorry, Sunbeam. Shit!"

"Huh? What?"

Opening her eyes, Summer saw a panicked Declan staring at his hand as if it held a diabolical disease. Those dark eyes of his drowned in intense desire but the contortion of his face said something else entirely.

"What's wrong?" she asked and a harsh breath escaped him.

"I touched you." He sounded horrified.

"Um, okay."

"Sunbeam, I touched you intimately and I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh, is that why I felt so nice." A dreamy sigh escaped her.

"Sunbeam." He chided.

"What?"

"Nobody should touch you without your consent." His face darkened.

"If I give my consent will you touch me again?" she couldn't contain her enthusiasm.

Declan scurried off the bed. His horror grew at her casual acceptance, but he couldn't stem the need inside of him that wanted to grab hold of the temptation she offered. The softness of her body pressed against his wouldn't leave his mind. It seemed that his obsession with her continued to grow. He was so screwed!

"Did I do something wrong?" her sweet voice would be his undoing.

"No."

"It looks like I did."

"You did nothing wrong," he turned his back refusing to glance her way. "I was the one who did something wrong."

"Declan, you can touch me. It was... wonderful."

"Shit!" he shoved a hand into his hair and marched towards the bathroom.

Summer watched him leave with her apprehension growing that she had upset him. Maybe Declan didn't like touching someone who had such little experience.

Biting her lip, she decided to dress the moment she heard the shower start. The languidness of her body made her sigh. He had made her body come to life and she wanted more. She moved herself along with the reminder that Declan didn't want her. Why else would he have rushed away?

By the time the shower stopped gushing, Summer sat on one of the hard back chairs. She had made sure to tidy the bed and to cover herself but she wished she could stop blushing.

The door to the bathroom opened and Summer had to suck in her gasp. Declan in only a towel stunned her. His eyes went straight to her and he flinched.

"I need clothes." His words were gruff but Summer didn't dare move.

He grabbed things from his bag and she tried to move her eyes away from him but couldn't. Now she wished that she had touched him earlier. Her fingers twitched with an unexpected need to touch him, so she placed them in her lap.

He disappeared back into the bathroom and a breath escaped her. With her heart thundering, Summer forced herself to stare out the window and not to think about Declan's half naked body. That was harder to do than she thought.

"Let's check how our upload of last night went." Declan stated when he walked into the room fully dressed.

Summer startled from where she sat not expecting his sudden appearance. She gulped and forced herself to face him. This man was the only one intending to help her and the last thing she wanted to do was upset him more than earlier.