As he watched, another drop landed next to it.
Shit. He looked up to check the sky and a third raindrop fell directly in his injured eye.
No wonder he hadn’t seen the stars earlier. The heavy clouds that had been looming on the horizon just before sunset had completely closed in above them.
Tina was already on her feet, as were most of the other spectators. Tina and her friends hastily gathered up strollers and babies, and hurried toward the parking lot to get the kids strapped into their car seats before the downpour started.
“Get him to the car,” Tina commanded Smith, whose own reactions were a little more sluggish.
He nodded and hastily followed his sister to the car, glancing back over his shoulder to see where Kenna was while all this was unfolding. She was standing as well, looking around uncertainly, obviously not sure where to offer her help. She had no task, self-appointed or otherwise, and so stayed quietly on that stand.
A rock in the middle of all that coordinated chaos.
Once Smith had Flynn safely buckled in next to a crying Jamie, and he’d insured that Tina needed no further help, he headed back into the crowd, moving against the current of people rushing to reach the shelter of their cars. His only objective was to get to Kenna, still standing in the bleachers.
Her arms were slightly spread, hands cupped upward, andface tilted to the skies. Her dress and hair were plastered to her skin and body.
She didn’t see him approaching, which gave him a moment to simply stare and enjoy.
She was smiling. Her lovely dress clung to her body like a second skin, leaving very little to the imagination. Her braless nipples stood out in stark relief against the small mounds of her breasts, and tented the soaked fabric.
Smith’s mouth instantly watered as he imagined pulling them into his mouth. He could practically taste them, feel the texture of them against his tongue…
Christ.
Whowasthis woman? This crazy, beautiful, wildly unpredictable creature who didn’t even have enough sense to seek shelter from the rain?
He desperately wanted to know her.
The skies had really opened up, and they were the only two people left in the bleachers. At the first ominous rumble of thunder, the players also abandoned the field.
Smith glanced up when lightning streaked across the sky, still a distance away, but close enough to cause concern.
“Kenna,” he shouted, his words practically drowned out by the deafening rain. “Kenna!”
His second, more urgent, cry snagged her attention and she seemed to notice him for the first time. But instead of fading, her smile widened, inviting him to share in her joy.
“Smith, isn’t this wonderful? The rain is so warm.”
Her arms widened and lifted, as if she were embracing the elements, and Smith’s mouth went dry.
Shewas fucking wonderful. The words hovered on his tongue, but in the end, he simply stared at her beaming face, and soaked in her sensual appreciation of the moment.
“This is crazy,” he told her, moving closer so that she could hear him more easily.
She surprised him by turning toward him, stepping close enough for him to smell her delicate scent and feel the steam coming off her body as the cooler rain hit her skin.
“I know,” she told him with an incredulous, happy laugh. “I think I like being crazy.”
He swallowed again as he stared down into her lovely face, the stadium lights highlighting the perfection of her imperfect features.
He couldn’t help himself. He cupped her face and tilted her chin with his thumbs.
She didn’t protest. Instead she pressed against him and wound her cold, wet arms around his neck.
“You’re sofuckingstunning,” he whispered reverently and claimed her mouth in a hot, deep, smothering kiss.
He sank into it from one breath to the next anddevouredher mouth, ruthlessly slaking the thirst he had denied for too many months. Lips open, tongue delving deep, the kiss was all-consuming and he was gratified when Kenna arched into him, her arms tightening around his neck as she returned his embrace with a ferocity and a need that matched his perfectly.
