Page 40 of Unraveling Rain
“Xander!” she shouts, turning back to look at me—and then she runs her tongue across her upper lip.
That’s when my resolve snaps.
I bolt to join her, tossing my shorts and T-shirt onto a rock by the water. I rip off my tennis shoes and socks and throw them toward her van.
Left in just my black boxers, I glance down—and yep, I’m tenting.
I got hard just from looking at her.
If I don’t hold her in my arms right this second, I might explode.
“What’s the holdup? Are you cold?” she shouts, splashing water at me.
I get my act together and dive into the water.
As soon as I move into the stroke, a sharp pain radiates from my shoulder to my collarbone.
But I suck it up and keep swimming.
I need to reach her.
When I finally stand in front of her, she rewards me with a breathtaking smile, and my pain vanishes.
Dr. Gutierrez’s warning about not swimming plays on repeat in my head.
I make a promise not to swim more than I have to.
“Cherry,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.
“Hotshot,” she breathes, locking her legs around my waist and threading her arms around my shoulders.
“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” she asks softly against my ear.
It takes me a second to realize she’s asking about my shoulder.
I wave off her concern, too focused on being this close to her.
It’s the closest I’ve ever been to heaven.
“More than okay,” I murmur, tilting my head just enough to catch her lips with mine.
I mean for it to be slow, careful.
But Rain has other plans.
She parts her lips, her tongue slipping into my mouth, hot and hungry.
It’s all the invitation I need.
I slide my hand into her hair, fisting the damp strands, and crush her against me.
Our tongues fight for dominance, desperate and greedy.
Rain is wild.
My wild cherry.
I savor every corner of her mouth, every brush of her lips.
