STEAMY ROMANCE, INSTA LOVE, STRANDED
Safety from the Storm -Chapter 4
Chapter 4- Wrapped in a Tablecloth
Feeling silly draped in a tablecloth but thankful for its warmth, Lindsey gratefully hugged it closer around her and watched Ryan go back through the swinging door. When he disappeared, her breath came out in a relieved whoosh. She was not sure what made her shiver more, the chill of the air-conditioning on her wet skin or Ryan standing so close. God, he was cute.
Ryan must have run up the stairs because he was back almost as soon as the kitchen door stopped swinging. He carried a small stack of folded gray sweats and held them out to Lindsey. “Sorry I didn’t have anything smaller,” he said.
He said that as if he truly thought she would fit into a small size. Ryan may have been tall and built, but she had curves all over. Lindsey was used to wearing extra-large sizes. She doubted the clothes would be too big. She only hoped they were not too small. That would be embarrassing.
Lindsey could feel a flush rising in her cheeks as she stood with the tablecloth wrapped around her. Holding onto her purse, the pile of fleece, the tablecloth, and the remains of her dignity, Lindsey squished on her sodden sandals to the restroom Ryan pointed out.
To her surprise, the ladies’ room was clean and pretty. It had the same blue-checkered fabric on the windows as she was wearing around her shoulders. Several mason jars filled with more of the late-season tulips sat on a shelf next to the sink. Lindsey placed her purse and the pile of dry clothes on top of a miniature armoire decoupaged with friendly images of dogs and cats. It was a fun piece of furniture that made her smile.
The room was nicely decorated, and that saddened her. The room had obviously been decorated by a woman who cared about the place. Ryan’s wife probably.
The zing of excitement Lindsey had felt just moments before was gone. Now all she felt was cold disappointment. The sooner she got on the warm clothes, the better. Once she warmed up enough, Lindsey would run out to the car and retrieve her suitcase. Then she could change into her own dry things and return Ryan’s loaners so his wife could wash them.
Feeling colder and shivering more each moment, Lindsey stripped down to her underwear. They were also wet from the rain, but she felt too exposed already to take them off.
Lindsey shook out the sweatpants, and the smell of laundry detergent wafted up to her. Slipping into them, she was relieved to find them only slightly snug at the waist but not uncomfortably so.
Before she slid on the shirt, Lindsey buried her face in it and inhaled deeply. Even knowing he was likely married didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a fantasy for a moment or two. Beyond the smell of the soap, she could smell his scent. It was faint but there. Lindsey wasn’t sure why but it gave her a sense of comfort that these were Ryan’s clothes.
With a smile on her face, she slipped the sweatshirt on and was delighted to find it was a little too large for her. Lindsey had never been able to wear a boyfriend’s shirt like so many of her slimmer friends had. It gave her a thrill to do it now.
She rubbed her nipples through the sweatshirt, telling herself it was to help her warm-up. But it was Ryan’s scent on the fabric that made her do it. A corresponding ache grew in her clit as she thought of the handsome hunk on the other side of the door.
Unfortunately, her feet were turning to ice from the cold of the tile floor. That was the only thing that kept her from putting her hand in her panties and enjoying the rest of her fantasy about the gorgeous hunk who loaned her the clothes.
As reluctant as she was to admit it, Lindsey needed to return to reality. Ryan was just a kind person who took pity on her for being caught in the rain. A man like him would never look twice at someone like her. Besides, she needed to find out how far away the bed and breakfast place was so she could be back on her way.
Continued in next chapter…
