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Millie has spoken about Rayla many, many times – about how close they’ve become, how quickly it’s happened, how much she values their friendship.
But my seed roars too loudly inside of me, deafening me to everything except my desire to make Rayla mine.
I lean down, bringing my face inches to hers, achingly aware that I’m nearly naked. My bare chest heaves and my muscles tighten, a song of lust roaring through my mind, telling me to claim her now, now, now.
“Tell me something, Rayla,” I snarl.
“Hmm?” Her eyes glimmer and she moves from foot to foot, as though she can barely contain all the energy moving through her. “What, Roman?”
“Do you have a—”
Suddenly there’s a loud thunderous crack from outside, and then Tanker is barking like crazy, the little dog making a noise louder even than the rainfall. The rain pounds against the roof of the cabin, loud in the quietness of the night, shattering the moment right down the middle.
Rayla steps away from me, her mouth falling open, eyes blazing with shock. It’s like she’s just realized what we were about to do. Like she realized what a betrayal a kiss would be.
Another crack thunders across the sky and the rainfall gets heavier, so loud now it’s like there are angry people on the roof, hammering their fists against it.
“I guess the weatherman was right for once,” I say.
Another crack, another, and then a streak of lightning moves across the sky and flashes into the kitchen, illuming Rayla’s wide and terrified eyes.
Tanker whines and runs in small circles around her legs.
“Are you scared of lightning?” I ask.
She bites her lip, as though she doesn’t want to admit it, but a second later she nods. “Yeah, a bit. A little bit. I know it’s silly.”
“It’s fine. Take Tanker to your bedroom. I’ll batten down the hatches.”
“Hatches?” She flinches as another bolt of lightning turns the room iron-blue. “What hatches?”
I chuckle, staring into her face, into the uneasy smile that plays at her lips. It’s like she’s trying to smile away her fear.
“It’s an expression,” I tell her. “It means I’m going to make sure the place is secure, bolt all the windows and doors.”
She nods, laughing hollowly. “Okay. I get it. Aw, look at him.”
She cradles Tanker to her chest as the little guy begins to tremble.
I reach over, brushing my hand over his head. She does it at the same time and our fingers cross paths, our skin sizzling as we make contact.
I pause, savoring the feel of her skin against mine, the electricity moving up my arm and into my body.
Then another bolt of lightning tears across the sky, and I snatch my hand away.
“Come on, boy,” Rayla says, carrying Tanker down the hallway. “Let’s get you nice and snuggled, huh?”
Even now, I can’t stop myself from staring at her ass shifting in the bathrobe, swinging back and forth like she’s doing it on purpose like she wants me to charge after her and give her a firm spank for being so damn sexy.
Fuck.
If this storm is as bad as the forecast said it could be – if we get the worst of it – we could end up being trapped together for a couple of days. Millie’s flight could be delayed again.
How the hell am I going to resist Rayla then?
Chapter Seven
Rayla
I cradle Tanker to my chest as I walk across the guest room, sitting on the end of the bed and hugging him tightly. The lightning cracks over and over, memories bubbling up inside of me, fragments of the past shooting through me and cutting with painful sharpness.
Tanker whines and climbs up my body, putting his forepaws against my chest and licking my chin. I giggle despite the memories rushing through me, despite the pain and the uncertainty, despite the feeling that the past is going to leap from the floor and coil a vicious hand around my ankle, dragging me back.
“I know I’m being silly,” I tell him, as the rain hammers the roof and against the window, a whole torrent of it. It’s so loud it’s like being inside a disco… with the worst soundtrack in the world. “I shouldn’t let a little rain make me so crazy, should I? I know.”
I stroke the scruff of his neck as he continues to lick my chin.
My mind is like a pinball shooting around a machine, going from the distant past to the recent past, to when Roman leaned down and brought his face to mine.
Do you have a—
But then the thunder and the sudden storm cut his words off, leaving me to wonder and dream about what he was going to say.
Was he going to ask if I have a boyfriend?
The way he was leaning in, it was like he was going to kiss me. My heart hammering and my whole body alight, and the closer he got, the more certain I became he was going to crush his lips against mine.
