I look down at the tall grass, chuckling to myself before walking toward her, closing the space between us. She didn’t get far, but I need this confirmation.
She doesn’t move an inch.
She allows me to take over her space.
My reach up to cup the side of her face. Her eyes fall closed when I bring my other hand up, removing the hat from her head. I trail my eyes along every delicate feature of her face I’ve already memorized. The light freckles that line the apple of her cheek, and the barely noticeable dimple on the left side of her mouth when she smiles. Her soft pink lips part, and her long, thick lashes sweep up as she opens her eyes, silently pleading for me to kiss her.
“Do you feel this too?” I ask again.
She nods. A silent understanding that she knows exactly what I mean now.
My hand moves, letting my knuckles graze her jawline until I’m angling her head up to face me. I pause, giving her thechance to back away, but she doesn’t. So I lean down and press my lips to hers.
The world around me stops spinning as raindrops hit the back of my neck. I feel weightless; like I’m standing on a cloud.
Kissing Blair feels like coming back to life.
I close the gap between us, wrapping one hand around her body to pull her into me, needing to feel her close. My other hand drops the hat to the ground before I wrap it around the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair.
The rain only falls harder around us.
But she doesn’t push me away.
She moves her head to the side, opening up for me and allowing my tongue to dance with hers. Her arms fly around my neck while she presses up on her toes as if she can’t get close enough to me.
I never want this kiss to end.
I could die a happy man if this is the last taste on my lips.
But Blair pulls away, taking half a step back before her fingertips touch her swollen lips.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, watching as she tries to determine what that was all about. “I…just?—”
She cuts me off by leaping back into my arms and crushing her lips to mine. She’s feral for this, the way I am with her. I’d give anything to take her back home, bring her to her room, and do this all night. But I won’t. I can’t.
She moans into my mouth, and I swear I lose it right there.
My hands grip her hips, hard, holding her body against mine, and I’m sure she feels what she’s doing to me with just this kiss.
I pull away. “Blair,” I say breathlessly. “The rain is really coming down.”
“Yes. The rain. Lots of it,” she pants.
A smile plays at my lips, because she’s so cute when she’s flustered.
“And there you go again,” she groans.
“What?”
“You smiled. And I really like when you smile. Which is a new development because you don’t do it enough. But now I want you to kiss me again because of it. But this weather is getting worse and I’m sure we’re both going to get sick now from the wet, cold clothes,” she rambles, and it only widens my smile.
My hand holds her face, urging her to look up at me. When she does, the rain blurs her vision, and she has to blink away the raindrops. I can’t help myself; I brush the wet strands out of her face.
“I’m glad you showed up today,” I tell her honestly.
“You are?”
I nod, using my thumb to wipe the rainwater from her cheek. “You’re driving me absolutely crazy, Blair. In a good way,” I assure her. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wondering what you’re doing. I want to be near you any chance I can. And most of all, I needed to feel your lips on mine to see if there was any part of you that was going just as crazy as I was.”
