Page 58 of Finding Storm

I’m just wondering if it does the same when she orgasms.

“Just so you know,” she says, cutting into my awesomely pervy thoughts of her, “there’s no smoking in the B&B. If that’s a problem—”

“It’s not a problem,” I cut her off. I look down at her, and she’s staring up at me. “Honestly,” I assure her.

We lull into silence, and I don’t like it. I want to keep talking to her.

“So, you’ve lived here your whole life?” I ask.

“Yep. My whole twenty-four years have been spent here.”

“You’re twenty-four? So am I.”

“No way. I thought you were older.”

I laugh. “I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or not.”

“Is it ever a compliment when someone says you look older than you are?” At my outraged look, she laughs. “I’m kidding! It’s not because of your face. It’s just because you’re so damn big.”

“I am big.” I puff my chest out.

“And when someone drives a car like yours, to have that kind of money, I guess I just expect them to be older. Which is crazy really because a baby can be rich, born to the right parents.”

“You know many rich babies?” I ask her, teasing.

She screws her nose up in thought, and it’s fucking adorable. She’s adorable.

And since when did I start thinking women were adorable?

Since her, clearly.

“Nope. Only rich, shirtless dudes who have terrible taste in music.”

“You don’t even know what music I like.” I laugh. “So, how do you know it’s terrible?”

“Not true. I know you like heavy metal from the eighties.”

“True.” I nod.

“So, what else do you like?”

You. The thought surprises me.

“I like … Justin Bieber.”

I grin at her, and she snorts out a laugh.

Again, fucking adorable.

“But, seriously, I do like metal,” I tell her as I try to think of other bands she might know. “Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, AC/DC—you’ve heard of them, right? They graced the eighties.”

She gives me a look. “I’ve heard of them.”

I think of more modern-ish bands. Well, ones past the decade that she loves. “Avenged Sevenfold, Slipknot, Five Finger Death Punch.”

She’s shaking her head.

“You really listen to nothing outside of the eighties?”