STORM: A Standalone Romance by Glenna Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page B

there could only be one thought on his mind as he took care of the inconvenience himself.
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    That night Cara dreamed that Simon entered her room.
                  In the dream she sat up expectantly. She was unsurprised to see him, had even been anticipating that he would come. A low knock, and then the door eased open before him. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light of the hall. Cara shifted the blankets aside eagerly, about to stand to go meet him, but Simon was already entering the room.
                  He showed no hesitation in advancing on her. That's how she knew it was a dream. She knew it, also, because he was shirtless, and she could see that the scars she had observed on his back now extended to his neck and chest.
                  She didn't care—it was her brain's way of telling her that she needed to focus more on solving the puzzle of the man's accident, when all she really wanted to do in that moment was solve the puzzle of how they fit together. Simon came to her, and she threw her arms around him as he mounted the bed and forced her down beneath him, moving himself with urgency between her thighs. Suddenly they were naked and entwined, sweating, rocking and moaning and calling out each other's names into the night…
                  Cara awoke the next morning in a tangle of sheets and matted blond hair. Her heart was hammering in her throat, and she ached all over with unreleased desire. She couldn't take much more of this. She needed to leave today, or she risked devolving into a complete sexual deviant. In the aftermath of her scorching hot dream, she could scarcely think of anything else.
                  She took a very long, very cold shower, and allowed the fantasy events from last night to fade away beneath the sobering sting of the water. Her struggle to cast the dream aside left her thinking on the very real events of yesterday, which weren't much better by comparison. There was no denying that Cara and Simon were extremely attracted to each other, to the point that they were willing to forego their usual reservations to give into their passions completely… Well, almost completely. Not completely enough. It was disappointing to think about, but maybe an ultimate union between them really was better left to dreams.
                  Cara stepped out of the shower, feeling slightly guilty for subconsciously using Simon like that. Her embarrassment only increased as the day wore on, until she could scarcely look her host in the eye without blushing at the thought of what he had been unknowingly doing to her all night long. Simon, too, seemed to have some difficulty looking at her directly, but this may have only been due to the memory of where his hands had been—repeatedly—the day before.
                  "I was going to go down to the road and have a look at your car," he mentioned over their late breakfast together. "If you'd like to come with me."
                  "Probably a good idea," Cara agreed, and the two of them set off together into the morning. A rare break in the weather allowed for their journey off the property, but they dressed appropriately: sweaters, rain slickers, and galoshes that easily extended over the top of Cara's knees. There was nothing her size stocked in the closet, so she was once more forced to wear his. They slogged together through the mud as they made their way down the driveway.
                  Her car was parked along the side of the road where she had left it. The ditch beside it was filled almost to brimming with rushing, clay-colored water—Cara really didn't like the look of it, but it seemed a while yet before it was liable to spill over into the road. She checked all four doors for any sign of a leak as Simon stooped to examine the black mud below the undercarriage.
                  "Somehow, I thought I'd be