Page 16 of Falling For The Enemy (The Gilbert Curse)

“This is as far as we go. Time to go back toward the house,” he said.

“Can we stand here for a minute?”

“Of course,” he said.

She moved so that they faced each other and their eyes met. His mind sort of stopped working as he watched a drop of rain roll down her forehead to her nose and then it hung there on the tip. He reached up to touch it and he felt the shiver go through her.

Every molecule of his body craved her. Kit wanted to feel her mouth under his as the rain was falling around them. He needed to know the taste of her on his tongue so he could understand her more fully.

He turned so that he wouldn’t give in to his desire and his bare foot slipped on the wet grass. Acting on instinct, he tried to pull his arm from Rory so he didn’t drag her down with him. But instead she put both of her arms around him, using her body to steady him.

She was pressed against him, her head tipped back and laughing and he shut off his mind to all the why-notsthat he’d been dwelling on and kissed her.

Her laughter and joy flowed into him as their lips met. She opened her mouth under his and he felt the tentative brush of her tongue over his. He found his footing and made sure it was solid as he put his arm around her waist and lifted her more fully against him. Their wet clothing wasn’t much of a barrier and he felt the fullness of her breasts against his chest.

His erection stirred. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, but he knew it had been ten years since she’d kissed anyone. His conscience demanded that he let her set the pace. Yet it was all he could do to keep his hand on the side of her face gentle. To just touch her with the lightest of caresses instead of pushing his fingers into her thick, rain-drenched hair and tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss the way his body demanded.

Then she sucked his tongue into her mouth and shifted against him. He felt the pebbled hardness of her nipples against his chest and savored the way her hips rubbed against his erection as she held tightly onto him.

He rubbed his tongue back over hers, tasting the sweetness that was Rory. This passion that was unfolding between the two of them felt like magic as he held her in the rain, taking his time with this first kiss and getting more turned on than he had been in a long time.

Kissing Kit was even better than walking in the rain. Another first for her. He tasted of coffee and mint. His tongue rubbed against hers, stirring to life feelings that she hadn’t thought about in ages. He held her gently but solidly.

The joy she’d felt at being able to steady him had easily bled back into desire and this embrace was doing things to her that she hadn’t anticipated. Her entire body was awash in sensation and her skin felt almost too sensitive. His hand against the side of her face was warm against the chill from the rain and she wanted to feel his big, strong palm moving down her body.

She couldn’t remember ever having had a lover, but there was so much of that time before the crash and coma that she still couldn’t remember.

He lifted his head, looking down at her with that fierce gaze of his. Her breath hitched because she wasn’t exactly sure what she should say.

“I...”

“Rory? Where are you?” Dash called from inside the house.

“Out here.”

“Out where?” her brother asked.

“I think we should start making our way back,” Kit whispered in her ear.

“I suppose so. I’m getting cold but a part of me wants to stay here since I know it will tick Dash off.”

She saw a smile tease the corners of his lips. “I can appreciate that but we don’t want you to catch a cold, which will only prove he was right.”

“True.”

“Good God, Rory! What are you doing? And you, Kit, should know better than to—”

“Enough of that,” Rory said sharply. “We are perfectly safe. Now either come join us in the rain or go sit in the kitchen and wait for us.”

Kit didn’t say anything but she felt the tension in his body as they walked slowly back toward the house. She was surprised when Dash stepped outside and stood there in the rain that was even lighter now, barely falling.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I haven’t felt the rain in years.”

Dash nodded and his face softened as he tipped his head to the side. “When you were little we used to dance in the rain, do you remember?”

He walked over to them and they all stopped. She didn’t recall that and couldn’t imagine Dash ever doing that. “You’re making that up.”

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