Page 9 of Kissing in the Rain
“It’sokay.”
“You could have a concussion. We should try to stay up at least for the next couple of hours to makesure.”
She looked at him, and when she did, her face was barely an inch from his. So close, he could practically taste her. “I don’t think I could sleepanyway.”
“Yeah. Cold and wet make for poor sleepingconditions.”
“So what should wedo?”
“I know what I want to do,” he said, as his fingers absently caressed the side of her shoulder. His mouth had a way of running ahead of his brain. Because if his brain was leading the show, he would not be suggesting what he was aboutto.
“What’s that?” sheasked.
“Kissyou.”
Her eyes widened, and her beautiful pink lips made a little O. “Why don’t you,then?”
“Because you’re vulnerable. You’re going through adivorce.”
“Been through a divorce. Past tense. It’s overnow.”
“You’re still dealing with stuff, and I’d only complicate that by kissing you.” Was he trying to convince himself orher?
She curled her body against him, her eyes boring into his. It was too dark to see, but he knew they were a light green color. “Who says I’d let you kiss me anyway? As you so rudely reminded me, we have a history. It’s traumatic for a girl to be rejected by her crush, youknow.”
Heat poured like lava through him. It was all he could do to keep his hands pinned in their position around her shoulders. For warmth and nothing else. “I was only doing what I thought wasbest.”
“Noble, I guess. And it was probably for the best. But you’re wrong about me now. I’m notvulnerable.”
“No?”
She shook her head. “Nope. And maybe kissing would help warm meup.”
Well, damn.“Then it’s my noble duty,” he said, leaning in. He curled a hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. A little whimper tumbled over her lips as their mouths connected, and that sound completely undid him. Sweeping his tongue against hers, he cupped one hand to her bottom. Her bra and panties were the only things separating them. If not for his iron willpower, his steel erection might winout.
“We should stop,” he whispered, breaking away from the kiss. “Don’t take this as a rejection. It’s not. I think it’s pretty obvious how much I wantyou.”
Her gaze flicked to his lower half, on alert and ready foraction.
She blew out a breath and conceded. “I guess we got a little carried away. I do feel warmer,though.”
“That’s good.” He settled in next to her again, breathing heavily. “Your therapist says breathing helps,huh?”
“That’s what shesays.”
He sucked in a breath and blew it out. Then he bumped his shoulder against hers. “Want to know asecret?”
“Hmm?”
“That was the most action I’ve gotten in over ayear.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. “Really? All we did was makeout.”
“It’strue.”
“Why is that?” sheasked.
He shrugged. “I help Lorelai out a lot. I don’t have time to do anythingelse.”
