Page 90 of Full Tilt
“Never.”
Theo strode over, pulled us aside.
“I don’t suppose I can talk you out of this?”
“She wants to feel the rainfall,” I said.
“Real rain,” Kacey said. “I’ve never seen it before. I’m a dork, I know…”
“And I’m a fucking wreck worried Jonah’s immune system can’t handle cold rain. We all got a job here.”
“I swear, Teddy,” Kacey said. “I want him healthy as much as you do.”
“Jesus, I’m standing right here, guys,” I said.
Theo looked at me a long time. “Yes, you are.” He gave his head a shake and jabbed a finger at me. “Stay dry.”
“Scout’s honor,” I said, holding up a hand.
Theo snorted and started away. “You were never a scout.”
“That’s for damn sure,” I said. I hauled Kacey to me as soon as the cars vanished down the hill. I held her tight, kissed her hard.
“You have to wait for the rain,” she breathed against my lips.
“Don’t want to,” I said, my hands slipping up her shirt. Now that I could touch her, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. Couldn’t get enough of her nearness, her body, her kisses…
“You have to stay dry,” she said, leading me to the tent. “We promised Teddy.”
In the tent, I divested her of everything she wore except the old men’s button-down. Just as she melted against me, ready to give in, the sky cracked open. A flash of light lit up the world on the other side of the tent. Kacey sat up and pulled aside the tent flap, watching the slanted sheets of rain outside.
“Oh my God. That’s real rain.”
She slipped out of the tent and gave a little squeal as the cold water hit her, drenching her instantly. “Oh shit, Theo was right. This is cold as hell.”
“Come back,” I said.
“Not yet,” she said, letting the water wash over her, her hips swaying slightly. “I wish you could come dance with me.”
“You’ll thank me later when you’re shivering with cold and I’m dry.”
“Will you warm me with your body heat?”
“Damn straight.”
She closed her eyes and let the rain fall over her, face to the sky. Her breasts were visible through the wet material of her shirt, her nipples hard, and I could see every contour, every line and curve. The water raced rivulets down her cheeks like tears, but her smile was quiet and private.
“I might get lonely out here.”
“I’m watching you,” I said. “I like watching you.”
“I like you watching me,” she said. She lifted her hair off her shoulders and her breasts rose too.
I sucked in a breath and fought the urge to go to her. To put my hands on her.
Wait. Just wait… And watch.
Kacey let her hands fall and opened her eyes. Her lips were parted, water dripped off her chin, and she slowly ran her tongue along her bottom lip. Her eyes never leaving mine, her hands rose again, this time to her shirt. She unbuttoned the top four buttons but no more, revealing the perfect valley of smooth skin between her breasts. Her fingertips pulled aside the soaked material and traced over one hard nipple.
