Touched by Angels by Peggy Webb

Author:Peggy Webb [Webb, Peggy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Peggy Webb
Published: 2011-06-01T23:25:29+00:00

Chapter Seven

Jake shut himself in the bathroom and leaned against the sink. A giant hand was squeezing all the breath from him.

He threw back his head and gulped air, trying to relieve the smothering feeling. He had taken Sarah like the lowest beast in the jungle. He had used her to relieve his own desperate need, used her and then tossed her aside as if she were a rag doll.

"Bastard," he whispered.

The storm tore at his windows. Jake clenched his hands into fists and shook them at the storm.

It's the damned storm, the storm that makes me destroy.

Sweat poured off his body, and he knew it was more than the result of exertion: It was the sweat of fear. He passed his hands over his eyes, as if the gesture would clear his mind.

A vision of Sarah came to him, a golden vision of soft skin and luscious curves and sweet warm yielding flesh that had driven him almost insane. Need, he had said. He had needed her.

He leaned his face into his hands and groaned. Need had driven him to her arms, propelled him up the stairs and into the bed. Need had removed her clothes and kissed her lips and tasted her breasts. Need had entered that glorious body and begun the long journey through the stormy night. But it hadn't been need that performed the final act of surrender. It hadn't been passion that had spilled its seed. It had been love.

"Nooo," Jake moaned. Once more he shook his clenched fists at the storm. He couldn't love Sarah, wouldn't love her. To love her was to destroy her.

Wind shook the windows, and he felt its chill blow across his heart. What was Sarah doing now? Was she lying in the bed where he had abandoned her, ciying her eyes out? Was her lush body still curved under the sheet? Was she waiting, naked, for him to return.

He didn't think he could face her after what he had done. Coward, his mind whispered.

Jake splashed cold water on his face, then wrapped a towel around his waist. He had to go back. He couldn't take back what he had done, but he could offer some explanation. Sarah deserved some sort of truth.

Resolutely he opened the bathroom door, then stood in the bedroom, adjusting his eyes to the dimness. Sarah was standing beside the window, fully dressed, looking out at the storm. If she heard him come back, she gave no indication.

Good. He reached for his clothes and dressed quickly and quietly. Still, Sarah didn't turn from the window. Her stance, stiff and proud, pierced his heart. I've hurt her. The part of him that hoped, the part that had been struggling to be reborn, died a quiet death.

He crossed the room and put his hands on her shoulders. She trembled.

"Sarah . . .Look at me, Sarah."

When she turned, he saw the stains on her cheeks. Tears. She had been crying. He bit back a curse.

"It's all right, Jake." She put her hand on his cheek, smiling bravely.

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