A Bad Day for Sunshine (Sunshine Vicram #1)(102)

His mere presence did things to her. Things she only dwelled upon when she was very much alone.

Only she wasn’t alone. At least she hadn’t been.

She looked into the empty hall. “Where did Deleon go?”

“I need these off.” He tugged at her underwear.

“Oh. Okay.” She lifted her bottom so he could slide her panties off. “You know, there are nurses up and down these halls all night.”

“They’ll have to wait their turn.”

It made perfect sense at the time. As did his tongue on her clit.

Her gasp echoed down the hall, and she covered her mouth with both hands, but only for a moment before she grabbed his hair. His tongue stroked the most sensitive area of her being. The feather-light touch caused wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure that soaked into her like rain on a parched desert.

“Who am I?” he asked.

She caught her breath, confused. “What?”

He climbed on top of her. Balancing himself on an elbow, he pushed two fingers inside her. “Who are you with?”

She caught his wrist and sucked in a lungful of air. “I don’t understand.”

“Sure you do.” He pushed his fingers deeper, rubbing her clit with his thumb, the friction spiraling through her. “Who am I?”

“Levi,” she said breathlessly. “Levi Ravinder.”

“Good,” he said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want you to forget again.” His lashes dipped as he studied her, then he wrapped a hand behind her knee and lifted her leg, sliding back down and reapplying himself to the task at hand. His efforts were valiant. His tongue sent tiny quakes of delight shuddering to her core.

She twisted her fingers in the blanket underneath her as the pressure in her abdomen grew. Like a rising tide, the promise of orgasm pulsated and swelled until it exploded and flooded her entire body in sweet, sharp spasms of unimaginable pleasure.

She couldn’t help it. She cried out, riding the waves crashing into her until she jerked awake. Coffee spilled over her hand, and she’d dropped what was left of her sandwich.

“Crap,” she said, bolting to her feet. But the orgasm was still rocketing through her. She stilled and let the climax run its course. When the currents subsided, she turned to see both the state officer and Marshal Deleon watching her with something akin to shock and awe.

“Sorry,” she said, but they both shook their heads.

Deleon stood to steady her. “I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but I’d like to place my order now.”

She tried to laugh it off. She failed. “I have to get this cleaned up. Be right back.”

“Sheriff,” Deleon said, stopping her with a hand on her arm. “Go home. We’ve got this. You’ve been up for days.”

“It’s okay. I won’t be going back to sleep.”

And she wouldn’t. She’d had that dream before. Maybe not with that particular setting, and the wound and bandages were new, but Levi Ravinder in her bed? His fingers inside her? His mouth on her clit? Oh yeah. She’d dreamed that scenario countless times.

One aspect of this dream was certainly new, though. Despite the fact that she’d been dreaming, she’d climaxed. In her sleep. That had never happened before.


Sun got home just in time to grab a shower and take the wee one to school. “When can I see her?” Auri asked as she stole a huge swig from her coffee. Again.

She was dressed in a cute button-down with a floral tie that matched her hairband.

“Let me check with the St. Aubins. See how Sybil is doing before we throw her a welcome-home kegger.”

“But I already bought the balloons,” she said, whining. “And hired the male revue. How did she look?”

“Scared, sweetheart. Terrified.” There was no reason to lie to her. The real world could be a scary place. “I need to get everything situated with our little Houdini, and then I need to find a child abductor.”

Auri smiled. “You will.”





23


Not all Mondays fall on Monday.

Stop in for a pick-me-up any day of the week!



—SIGN AT CAFFEINE-WAH

Auri sat in the hall while her mom and Principal Jacobs duked it out in his office, mortified she’d decided to go to school today. What had she been thinking? What must these kids think of her after the news broadcast?

She cringed when the yelling coming from the office broke the sound barrier yet again. There was a lot of pointing and gesturing and gnashing of teeth. But some of that could be attributed to the interpreter they’d brought in for the suspension meeting.

Thank God Cruz sat beside her to take her mind off all the ways the day could go south. He was looking over his shoulder and interpreting the events for Auri.

“Your mom is furious. The broadcast news team is getting off scot-free. They aren’t even taking them off the news crew. Their parents are screaming censorship and threatening to go to a real news channel to plead their case as well as sue the school if any action is taken against their children.”

Auri gaped at him. “Are you kidding me? They are doing nothing to those . . . those—”

“You can do it,” he encouraged.

“Those assholes?”

“Not bad. And nope. Not a damn thing.” His voice sounded neutral, but the line of his jaw hardened.