Lila's Thunder: The Almeida Brothers, Book One - Plot & Excerpts
Lila’s wet eyes fell to the photos she must have looked at a million times. A tear fell from her eyelid and splashed against the picture on top. In it she was fast asleep on her stomach with Jack lying across her back. He was fingering a lone curl that had popped free from her flat ironed hair during one of their sweatier sessions. The smile on his face was one of a man in love, but now Lila knew better. She blinked again, and another tear fell. Perhaps she was jumping to conclusions and Jack had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he had the very photos that had been terrifying her under his bed. She swallowed heavily. That had to be it. She couldn’t accept that a man who could look at her the way he was looking at her in that photo--hell, in most of them--could be capable of hurting her in any way. So she stuffed the photos back under his pillow exactly as she found them--or as close to exact as she could get--and covered them back up, lying down on the bed just in time to hear the door to Jacks room open. Her body shot up and she attempted to feign surprise as she took in the sight of him barreling through the door with his black trench coat flowing haphazardly behind him. The rain had made as much of a mess as Mother Nature could manage on a man as beautiful as him, leaving his hair a wet mess on top of his head and the white button down he wore underneath his coat soaked. She could see every dip at curve of his torso. His pecks, his abs, the same ones that contracted to alarming degrees just a second before he drove his body into hers, deeper, harder… Lila blinked away the thought. If she was going to get to the bottom of this then thoughts of this man putting it down had to be completely off limits. He was too dangerous to her psyche.
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