Free Finding You (Finding You Series Book 1) by Amanda Mackey Page B

anger in a violent manner and I could only wonder what the place looked like outside. The rain continued to pelt down and the wind whistled and howled as it released its wrath, ripping at the thatched roof. I could barely hear myself think as I attempted to write some of my book after dinner.
    The force of the storm was scary, to say the least. Even more so in a strange place, enclosed in a structure that may or may not withstand such a hammering. I could feel the walls shake in response. The palm tree fronds slashed at the roof and all I could do was hope the hut had withstood many storms similar in strength.
    No more than ten minutes had passed when there was what I thought sounded like a knock at the door, but I couldn’t be sure with all the other noise. The sound of the rain muffled it somewhat, so I waited to hear it again before walking to the door. Who would be out on such a horrible night? Maybe Ramah had returned to pick up the food tray?
    I couldn’t have been more wrong.
    As I struggled with the door against the power of the wind, I was shocked to see a very bedraggled looking Kyle holding a bunch of red roses.
    He had that wonderful smile on his face that I hadn’t been able to obliterate from my thoughts. Water rivulets drifted down his tanned cheeks and clung to his long eyelashes. I’m sure I must have been standing there with my mouth open, gaping like an idiot because I couldn’t speak.
    “May I come in?” he asked, filling the silence and snapping me out of my haze.
    “I’m sorry. Yes, come in. Look at you, you’re soaked.”
    He stepped inside, bringing a puddle of water with him, but it didn’t matter. I was so happy to see him.
    The howling wind tried to force the door off its hinges, but Kyle used his brawn to firmly latch it, and handed me the bunch of flowers before saying, “I’m sorry to drop by at such an awful time but I wanted to see you. I dropped by today to see you but you were out. I hope you don’t mind me coming over.” His eyes wandered over my bathrobe and I sensed he felt a little embarrassed at doing the pop in and catching me by surprise. I immediately made sure it was tied firmly as I walked to the kitchenette to find a vase or large glass to put the flowers in, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable.
    How could I possibly mind seeing him, though? He had never been far from my thoughts today.
    “Of course I don’t mind. I was trying to get some more writing done but it’s impossible with the noises from the storm.”
    He’d quietly followed behind me and when I turned around, I was met with a hard, yet wet wall of muscle.
    I took a step back. “Sorry!”
    “I’m not,” he offered, making up the step I had taken away. He leant over to kiss me and then looked down at the big puddle at his feet. Following his gaze, we both laughed and then thankfully decided he’d better get out of his soaking wet clothes and try and get them dry.
    “Would you like a shower? There’s a spare bathrobe you can use if you like, until your clothes dry,” I squeaked, avoiding eye contact. There’s nothing wrong with offering him to get warm and dry when he’s been out in a storm. I’d do the same for anyone.
    “Thanks, that’d be great.”
    Leading him into the bathroom I leaned on the wall for support. Here I was on a tropical island in my bathrobe with a famous Hollywood actor who was about to strip naked and take a shower in my bathroom. The very bathroom that I had been in not so long ago. Could it get any more surreal?
    I found a spare towel and motioned to the bathrobe hanging on a hook on the back of the door and left him to it, feeling the sexual tension fill the room. My mind was filled with vivid naughty girl thoughts of his naked body. His wet clothes had clung to his toned physique, leaving me with hot tingles. The white shirt he would no doubt have to peel off had clung to his nipples and rounded pectorals. Shit! Shit! Stop it! Get your head in the game and settle