“We have a guest room down the hall, please sleep there.”
“Are you sure? I can sleep right here. I sleep on floors all the time when we tour.”
I had forgotten about his band and touring and all the stuff I know nothing about. “No, you are not sleeping on the floor. Please, sleep in the guest room.”
“I could sleep on the couch with you like we did in the truck.” He winks at me and lays his head on my lap. I instinctively touch his hair, tangling my fingers in it. I really do want him to lay on the couch with me and feel his arms around me again. It would be so easy to fall asleep against him, all woozy from the meds and fever. But I can’t let that happen.
“We can’t do that,” I whisper.
Disappointment washes over his face as he stands up. “All righty. I’m gonna go down the hall. Call for me if you need anything, okay?”
“I will.”
“Are you sleeping here on the couch or are you going to your room?”
“I like it here.”
He starts to walk away, but I call after him, my voice hoarse and scratchy, “Storm?” He turns and looks back at me. “I’m glad you’re here.” Before I can blink, he’s next to me, bending down next to my face.
“If you weren’t sick, I’d beg you to show me how glad you are.” A surge of heat having nothing to do with my fever rushes through my body and settles between my legs. He kisses my cheek and leaves the room. Damn him! How does he twist up my insides so bad? I can’t help but watch his ass as he swaggers across the room and disappears down the hallway to the guest room. Hot damn! Does that man wear jeans well?
It’s so odd how I can just feel him in the house. There is like an energy that just comes off him that I can feel in every pore of my body. He’s like a warm plate of just-baked cookies, the yummy scent just irresistible, begging you to try to take just one.
I am obviously so delirious I am now comparing sexy men to chocolate chip cookies. Lord, help me. I need to either get laid or go on a diet. Possibly both.
Chapter Ten
It’s a good thing all the meds made me sleepy, because otherwise, I do not think I would have been able to sleep knowing Storm was just down the hall. Having him in my house gave me mixed feelings of excitement and fear. What if Michael finds out and accuses me of cheating on him? Although he seems pretty crazy about Storm and his band, so maybe he wouldn’t even care if he knew he was here. I don’t think he’d be happy knowing there is some kind of sexual tension between us and he got me off twice, even though I didn’t want to. That alone should be enough for me to tell Storm he has to leave. I always do the right thing. That’s who I am. I’m honest, loyal, committed. The good girl.
But now, I kind of like being a little bit bad. Being so close to something I shouldn’t be close to is a thrill I’ve never felt before. Storm makes me feel things I’ve only read about in books, feelings I didn’t think really existed in real life. I liked having this little tiny piece of sexy and sweet taboo in my world. I keep trying to push him out of my head, but he’s like a boomerang that just flings right back.
“How do you feel?”
I’m so lost in my own thoughts I don’t even realize he’s standing there. I don’t feel better at all. In fact, I feel a whole lot worse. “Huh?”
“Focus. Do you feel any better? You look really pale.”
I shake my head and go into a coughing fit. My ribs are killing me from coughing so much. He stands there watching me, wearing his jeans and no shirt. His long hair is all bed-head, which only makes him even more sexy and kind of adorable like a little kid who needs a haircut. Every time I see him shirtless, I feel like I lose control of my own eyes. I know I should look away, but I can’t. My eyes just keep going back to roam over his inked flesh like he’s some kind of hot train wreck. He knows I’m looking at him like that, and I can see he’s torn between being concerned about me feeling sick and making a sarcastic, sexy comment at me.