“Well, he’s an easy horse to like. Here, you’re shaking, Diamond.”
Rhett holds up a blanket for me, and I burrow into it, letting the warmth of the wool take the chill away as the barn heaters finally flicker to life. “Thank you. I—”
The crack of thunder is so loud I jump, and Rhett’s arms circle me tighter as he whispers to the horses that it’s okay. Maybe it’s to me, too, but the security of his arms does more than reassure me.
The thunder rolls and booms over us, and he holds me close the entire time as we watch the torrential rain and hail mix fall outside the barn door. Even while damp and cold, my dick isn’t on retreat. Nope, it’s raging to life being so close to Rhett, and when he lets me go, I’m not sure I’ll be able to hide it in these pants.
“I’ve not been caught in the rain on my horse in…god, I can’t tell you how long,” I say to break the silence, but my voice shakes, and Rhett pulls me so close I’m almost positive I’m not the only one here fighting a wayward appendage.
This time, my shiver isn’t because of the chill from being drenched in a spring rainstorm.
“Diamond…” Rhett’s voice shakes, and I turn to face him.
“It’s not just me, is it, cowboy?”
He shakes his head slowly, and I reach a chilled hand to his face to dust my fingertip along his lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you. I thought about it earlier in the meadow.”
His throat bobs with a swallow. “If I kiss you…things get complicated,” he breathes, even as his head drops, drifting closer to mine.
“It’s only complicated if you make it that way.”
Rhett’s fingers flex on my hips, and doubt flickers in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“No. But I’m not afraid to find out.” Leaning forward, I let my lips whisper against his ear. “I won’t break, Rhett. Kiss me.”
That seems to spur him into action. His hands cup my face, and he brings his mouth to mine. He practically sighs against my lips before chasing for more.
My knees want to buckle because this man, who I’ve stalked on social media and not so discreetly flirted with, is kissing me like he needs it to keep his heart beating.
The rough edges of his palms slide down my neck, and I fist his shirt in my hands.
“Skin on skin gets you warmer faster, I heard,” I murmur against his mouth before he detours his lips down my throat.
“It would be irresponsible of me to leave you in wet clothes.” He mutters and nips at my earlobe.
“It really would.”
Rhett kisses me again, biting at my lip in a way that sends a zap of pleasure straight to my cock. The rain still falls on the tin roof of the barn, and the soft huffs of horses sound. I’m burning up from the inside, ready to do whatever he asks here in the barn, until a wave of shivers courses through me and Rhett backs up.
“You really are cold.” He takes my hand in his and leads me to the door. Rain still falls, and the distance to the farmhouse looks impossibly far. “Let’s run.”
I don’t have time to respond before he’s pulling me through the rain. We splash through puddles and laugh like fools until we’re standing in the entranceway of the house.
Poor Tater ran along with us and is soaked to the bone, but still as happy as any dog can be. Rhett opens the door and tells her to shake on the porch. She does after a moment and trots back inside, heading for the stairs.
“She’s going to her bed. She knows if she’s wet or dirty, she should go there.”
“Smart dog.” I hum and tug at the hem of his shirt that clings to him in the most delicious ways. “I’m wet, but I’d like to get dirty. Can I go to bed too?”
With what I can only describe as a growl, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder before striding with purpose down the hall. I’m upside down, but I like the view and the easy access to plant my hands on the swell of his ass with a laugh.
He jogs up the stairs, and I smack his ass in a very unconvincing struggle, because why would I want him to think I hate this?
Rhett slams the bedroom door closed with his foot and slides me down his front.
“I was serious about getting you into dry clothes, but I like your idea of getting dirty.”
His hands are gentle, yet firm as he strips me out of my clothes, with each item hitting the floor with a soft splat. When I struggle with his jeans, he brings his hands up to help. His lips never leave mine the entire time unless we’re pulling an article of clothing over our heads.
