“You were late home. You deserved to go without.” His smile was the one she remembered from when they were kids, wide and genuine, full of fun.
“I wanted to kick your backside. You didn’t even leave me my share of the chocolate pudding.”
“You even remember what dessert was?”
Rayah prodded his side, her finger meeting muscle. “Dessert was always the best bit. You can feed me now to make up for it.”
“What exactly would you like me to feed you?”
The intent behind his words was clear.
Will’s truck sped off across the moor and back to the road, leaving them in isolation. Rayah stood still, pulling Jonny back by his jacket.
“I thought you were hungry?” He turned to face her.
However cold it still was, however the wind was whipping up around them, she still felt the heat between her legs. And she was hungry, not just for food.
“How was the pyjama porn?”
He chuckled and stepped closer towards her, his thick arms enveloping her, his hands going straight to her ass, under her jacket. “Maybe that should be a new thing.”
“But just for us, right?”
“Yep.” He leaned down and kissed her quickly, pulling away. “You’re as soft as I remembered. And sweet.”
“And there’s no one here.”
“Just us.”
This time his kiss wasn’t quick, or soft. Rayah forgot they were in the middle of a moor in January. She forgot what time it was or that she was hungry, because nothing else was mattering, just the feel of his scruff against her face and the heat pulsing into her from him. His mouth on hers.
The wind grew louder and she felt rain on her head.
“We should head back to the car.” The kiss finally ended, his words practical, his hands still on her.
“And food.”
“Always food. Then you can teach me some maths.”
The pub was fairly full;walkers and a couple of climbers having lunch before continuing. A weather warning had gone out for high winds and there was a sign on the bar advising people not to climb for the rest of the weekend. Rayah knew through experience that it would go ignored by some, those who thought they were stronger than the elements. She’d been on a rescue the year before where a pair of climbers had gotten into trouble during high winds. A storm had broken out and they had been stuck until search and rescue had reached them. One of them had broken his arm so badly he wouldn’t be climbing again and Rayah couldn’t find it within her to feel sorry for him.
“What do you want to drink?” Jonny asked.
She already knew his order: lime and soda, every time while he was driving. “Just a coke.”
“No wine?”
She shook her head. “I think I might go out for a run later. Or a bike ride. Something outdoors.”
“You’re not out tonight?”
“No. My drinking partners are either nursing or pregnant, so I’m staying in.”
“You can join in movie night at mine if you want?”
“In pyjamas?”
“They’re compulsory. Don’t feel obliged, but the kids were saying they hadn’t seen you since Christmas. Not that I’m using emotional blackmail to see you in your PJs or anything.” He caught the eye of the bartender. “Choose your food before that big party over there are served.”
