The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Maybe it was an invitation.

He saunters over and drops back onto the bed, wearing only the towel.

This is not good. Well, it is good, great in fact ... but not good for so many reasons.

He rolls onto his side facing me. "Do you remember when we used to sleep together like this when we were kids?"

"I do." I smile at the memory.

In the early days – the bad days when Ross' dad was still around, he started staying over at my house regularly to get away from him, and even after his dad was gone, Ross still carried on staying over; by that point it had just became our thing.

"My dad put a stop to that when we were about eleven though, if I remember rightly," I add.

"He always was a smart guy. I wouldn't have left me alone in bed with you if you were my daughter either."

"Even when you were eleven?" I laugh.

"Even when I was eleven." His voice is suddenly thick with inclination.

I feel a shiver deep inside my stomach, which quickly heads downwards, settling in-between my legs.

I turn onto my side so we're facing each other. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

I know that's a really intrusive question, but I'm little drunk and I don't care, because I want to know if he ever slept with anyone back home before he left for America. I always thought I knew everything about Ross back then, but after he left and he cut me off, I started to think maybe not, because the Ross I thought I knew would never have left me like that.

He stares at me for a long moment. I wish I knew what was going through his mind.

"Sixteen," he finally answers.

Even though I got the answer I wanted, I still feel a sharp stab of jealously.

"Who was she?"

"No one ... someone who should have been you."

Whoa!

He reaches his hand up and runs his fingertips along my jaw. My skin hums under his touch.

"I had such a crush on you when we were kids," he murmurs.

He did? Holy fuck.

"You're a bit late telling me now," I smile weakly.

I'm nervous. So very nervous.

"Am I?"

I knew this moment would happen when I danced with him at the club. The moment he climbed into my bed.

Maybe even subconsciously, I knew it would happen the very first moment I saw him standing there in that hotel suite for the interview.

I'm trying to remain calm but my insides are going nuts. My heart is pounding in my chest.

"No," I whisper. "You're not too late."

He traces his thumb over my lower lip. I gasp at the feeling.

"I'm calling in one of my birthday presents, Laur," he says softly. His eyes look opaque, heavy with desire.

"What do you want?" My voice is quiet, trembling.

Propping himself up on his elbow, I tilt my head back as he looks down at me.

He pulls my hair free from its knot, running his fingers through it.