He reaches out and places his hand on my cheek before wiping away a few droplets of water with his thumb. It’s a sweet, intimate gesture, and instead of shying away, I lean into it.
“How often do you come up here?”
“Not often enough,” he says. “I’ve probably come up here once or twice. But when you said you wanted a place to lie in the rain, I knew exactly where I’d take you.” Seeming insecure, he asks, “Do you like it?”
I nod. “I like it a lot. It could use a piece of furniture.” I chuckle. “But I think it’s perfect. Thank you.”
When he doesn’t say anything, but instead continues to stare at me, I take that moment to scoot closer to him. The heat of the day doesn’t quite break through all the rain, so my body is slightly chilled, but not chilled enough to force me to leave. I just need a little warmth.
Noticing my intention, he lifts his arm, and I scoot in even closer until he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against his side. And, oh God, does he smell good. Like fresh, masculine laundry—if that makes sense.
“Should’ve put on something warmer,” he says.
“I didn’t know I’d be out in the rain, and these are the clothes you provided me.” I look up at him. “I’ve come to realize you’re a pervert.”
He lightly chuckles. “I’m not a pervert.”
“Everything in that closet of mine is scandalous. I’m going to start working my way into your dresser drawers and taking all your shirts.”
“Have whatever you want. You look sexy in both.”
I lift up, my hand on his chest as I stare at him. “Was that a compliment, Huxley?”
“Want me to take it back?”
“No.” I shake my head and press my hand to my heart. “I need to cherish this moment. Huxley Cane complimented me. Not sure this moment could get any better.”
“It can,” he says and pulls me on top of him. Compared to his tall and muscular stature, I feel so miniature, so petite. Both of his hands fall to my lower back and then slip an inch under the waistband of my shorts.
“Is this comfortable for you?” I ask him.
“Very,” he says.
“And I thought you wouldn’t appreciate having a shrew of a woman draped across you.”
He laughs, and it’s such a beautiful sound. “I might enjoy the shrew more than I thought.”
This causes me to sit all the way up until I’m situated on top of his lap. “Are you saying you enjoy my company rather than despise it?”
His hands fall to my thighs, and he moves them farther north until they connect with the insides of my hips. It’s a small touch, but it carries a large impact as a bolt of lust shoots right up my spine.
“I never despised you. You have to stop thinking that. Did I find you mildly irritating at times? Of course.”
I laugh. “Such a charmer.”
“Wasn’t aware I needed to charm you.” His eyes speak of pure playfulness. “Do you need charming?”
I pretend to fluff my wet hair. “Wouldn’t hurt you to throw a little charm this way.”
He wets his lips even though they probably don’t need it because of the rain. “What do you consider charm? Words or actions?”
“Both can qualify.”
He glances at my chest and then back up at me. “So, if I were to say your tits look hot in that see-through lace top, would that charm you?”
It’s see-through?
I glance down and see the clear definition of my nipples. Well, I guess it is see-through when it’s wet.
“I guess that would charm me marginally, but I believe you could probably do better.”
“Yeah?” His hands snake up my sides until they loop under my bralette and pull it up and over my head. He tosses the drenched fabric to the side and then brings his hands to my thighs. “What about now? Charming?”
I sit there, on his lap, topless, in the rain, and to any other person, this action could be defined as “horny man.”
But, God, with one blink of his eye, he could charm these shorts right off me.
“From your silence and heavy breathing, I’m going to take that as a yes.”
He’s so cocky, so sure of himself. It’s sexy and also vaguely annoying. The annoying part causes my next action.
I rest my hand on his stomach and shift my pelvis over his lap. His playful eyes immediately turn dark, seductive.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you what charm really is.” I rotate my hips again, and this time, I’m rewarded by him growing harder underneath me.