Tiny streams of water rolled across Amberās skin, disappearing down the low neckline of her T-shirt. Each curve defined by the damp material was just as Rick remembered. As he traced the outline of her breasts with his gaze, his palms burned with the need to touch her warm skin. Her nipples would pucker. Soon heād have her begging, then moaning.
Right, he mocked himself, like sheāll be moaning for her new husband.
He let go of her hand, jerked his gaze away from the tantalizing sight below him. All those months ago when sheād left him, heād known he couldnāt have her, but to hear her say that sheād soon belong to another hurt more than he couldāve thought possible. He wiped the sweet taste of her off his lips. He shouldnāt have kissed her that second time but after the first one heād had to be sure. Even though sheād given herself to another man she still wanted him. She did then, did now and always would.
At least he had that.
The rain let up as quickly as it had started. The first rays of sun slashed through the edges of the cloud, shinning on the fresh puddles. Steam drifted up the ground, evaporating into the thick, damp air.
All signs of the kiss were gone from her face. He could bring the fiery flush back if he wanted to. He touched her rounded chin, but as much as he wanted to, he didnāt take her mouth.
āI remember the summer storms,ā she said softly, still turned out at the wet yard.
He pulled her face to his. āYou remember a lot more than that.ā
Her green eyes widened before she looked away, lifting her chin to escape his grip, back to the water drizzling around them. āThatās not why I came.ā
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