Read Online After the Rain (The Twisted Fate Series Book 1) by Unknown - Free Book Online
Authors: Unknown
Tags: Romantic Comedy, road trip, romantic love, Sagittarius in love, romantic travel, love horoscopes, comedy romantic, love book
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went traipsing into the dining room with a shoeless woman?
“Fine,” she said, slipping on the shoes and the jacket that Marcus had given her. It was almost longer than the dress and she buttoned it up.
As she walked (sort of hobbled) down the corridor in front of him, Marcus realized that he’d made a huge mistake: wearing the jacket made the whole thing worse, because now she just looked like she was naked underneath it, especially with those heels.
Stormy pressed the button for the elevator, and they waited in silence again. When they weren’t arguing, they seemed to have absolutely nothing to say to each other. The elevator door finally opened with a ting and they stepped inside.
But as the door closed again, sexual energy reared its ugly head once more, and suddenly the heat inside the small confined space was overwhelming. It must have had something to do with their close proximity and this strange magnetic energy that Stormy seemed to radiate. In an ideal world, Marcus would maintain a ten-meter distance from her at all times – anything closer felt downright dangerous. Marcus moved to the other side of the elevator (it was the best he could do, bar climbing out the trapdoor on the ceiling and sitting on the roof) and rested his back against the wall, staring at his feet. If he looked up at her, he didn’t know what might happen.
Don’t look at her , don’t look at her … he repeated it like a mantra.
And then more disaster struck, if that was even possible: the lights flickered and then went off, plunging them into darkness, and the elevator stopped with an unpleasant grinding, thudding, moaning sound.
“What’s happening?” Stormy’s panicky voice rang out through the darkness.
“Power failure probably, must be the storm.” Suddenly Marcus felt a hand come out and touch him – she had made her way over to his side of the elevator.
“Small spaces freak me out.” She sounded genuinely frightened.
“We’ll be out in no time, don’t worry.”
But he was worried, not because they might be stuck in there, but because of what might happen between them in the darkness. Her hand was on his chest, and he felt a burning sensation where her palm rested against him.
This was the worst thing that could have happened to them under the circumstances. Maybe her stupid stars were actually right: a grounded flight, a lost bag, stripper clothes and now stuck in an elevator. It was just one disaster after another.
But despite everything, he was aching for her. And for the first time in his life (well, apart from that incident on the plane), it felt like he was out of totally control. He slipped his hand over hers.
What was he doing?
Their fingers intertwined and suddenly he felt her body pressing up against him in the darkness.
What the hell was he doing?
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, and she let out a breathy moan.He felt her other hand come up and brush against his neck, and he leaned forward, looking for her lips…
What the fuck was he doing?
7
Wham -bam-thank-you-ma’am
It was frantic. It was wild. It was crazy, mad, furious, ridiculous and most of all, it seemed totally out of their control – again . Like puppets being controlled by horny teenage boys.
All feelings of panic and fear were forgotten as Stormy felt Marcus’s lips seeking hers. Her back came into contact with the wall with a thud as he pinned her to it. In the darkness, her other senses seemed heightened, which just made the whole experience that much more wild. His touch was intense and hot, and the woody smell of his aftershave was inebriating. He tasted like toothpaste, and she could just make out a slight salty taste coming from the tiny beads of sweat that were gathering on them both.
Stormy reached up and ripped his shirt off, and for the first time, ran her hands over his bare body. Yes, he was muscular and hard as a fricking rock, just as she’d imagined. He picked her up and pushed
“Fine,” she said, slipping on the shoes and the jacket that Marcus had given her. It was almost longer than the dress and she buttoned it up.
As she walked (sort of hobbled) down the corridor in front of him, Marcus realized that he’d made a huge mistake: wearing the jacket made the whole thing worse, because now she just looked like she was naked underneath it, especially with those heels.
Stormy pressed the button for the elevator, and they waited in silence again. When they weren’t arguing, they seemed to have absolutely nothing to say to each other. The elevator door finally opened with a ting and they stepped inside.
But as the door closed again, sexual energy reared its ugly head once more, and suddenly the heat inside the small confined space was overwhelming. It must have had something to do with their close proximity and this strange magnetic energy that Stormy seemed to radiate. In an ideal world, Marcus would maintain a ten-meter distance from her at all times – anything closer felt downright dangerous. Marcus moved to the other side of the elevator (it was the best he could do, bar climbing out the trapdoor on the ceiling and sitting on the roof) and rested his back against the wall, staring at his feet. If he looked up at her, he didn’t know what might happen.
Don’t look at her , don’t look at her … he repeated it like a mantra.
And then more disaster struck, if that was even possible: the lights flickered and then went off, plunging them into darkness, and the elevator stopped with an unpleasant grinding, thudding, moaning sound.
“What’s happening?” Stormy’s panicky voice rang out through the darkness.
“Power failure probably, must be the storm.” Suddenly Marcus felt a hand come out and touch him – she had made her way over to his side of the elevator.
“Small spaces freak me out.” She sounded genuinely frightened.
“We’ll be out in no time, don’t worry.”
But he was worried, not because they might be stuck in there, but because of what might happen between them in the darkness. Her hand was on his chest, and he felt a burning sensation where her palm rested against him.
This was the worst thing that could have happened to them under the circumstances. Maybe her stupid stars were actually right: a grounded flight, a lost bag, stripper clothes and now stuck in an elevator. It was just one disaster after another.
But despite everything, he was aching for her. And for the first time in his life (well, apart from that incident on the plane), it felt like he was out of totally control. He slipped his hand over hers.
What was he doing?
Their fingers intertwined and suddenly he felt her body pressing up against him in the darkness.
What the hell was he doing?
He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, and she let out a breathy moan.He felt her other hand come up and brush against his neck, and he leaned forward, looking for her lips…
What the fuck was he doing?
7
Wham -bam-thank-you-ma’am
It was frantic. It was wild. It was crazy, mad, furious, ridiculous and most of all, it seemed totally out of their control – again . Like puppets being controlled by horny teenage boys.
All feelings of panic and fear were forgotten as Stormy felt Marcus’s lips seeking hers. Her back came into contact with the wall with a thud as he pinned her to it. In the darkness, her other senses seemed heightened, which just made the whole experience that much more wild. His touch was intense and hot, and the woody smell of his aftershave was inebriating. He tasted like toothpaste, and she could just make out a slight salty taste coming from the tiny beads of sweat that were gathering on them both.
Stormy reached up and ripped his shirt off, and for the first time, ran her hands over his bare body. Yes, he was muscular and hard as a fricking rock, just as she’d imagined. He picked her up and pushed
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