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Wyatt glanced to the dirt road leading out of the parking lot. “It should be fine. It hasn’t been raining that long. I’ve got four-wheel drive.” He lifted a shoulder. “If we get stuck, I’ll get out and push while you drive.”
She made a face, looking concerned. “That sounds dangerous.”
“Remind me never to tell you about any of my missions,” he said dryly.
She shook her head, but Wyatt could see her smile. The rain had just about stopped as they approached his SUV. “If all else fails, I’ll call the guys. They’ll help us out. Like I said, I don’t think it’ll be an issue.”
“I know. You’ve probably driven in much worse places than this.”
Wyatt pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. Callie was cute as hell. He didn’t want her to worry and overanalyze everything, but she had to know that he’d keep her safe. He reached into the back to grab his gear, efficiently unzipping his bag and pulling out a bundle of clothes. “Here we go,” he said, unfurling a sweatshirt. “It’ll be big on you—”
“But dry and warm,” she said with a smile.
Callie tugged her hair free from the bun and squeezed her damp ponytail, water droplets falling off the end of it. A moment later, she was peeling off her wet tank top, revealing the bikini beneath. Wyatt took the wet top from her without thought, putting it in the back of his vehicle.
Callie shimmied as she pulled his sweatshirt over her head. Somehow, she’d wiggled enough to pull off her wet bikini top while still remaining covered. The hot pink material was clutched in her hands, and she squeezed it out over the wet ground. He took it from her without a word, the string bikini top looking feminine and delicate in his muscular hand. Wyatt stuffed it along with her tank in a wet bag, then turned back around.
His sweatshirt was big on her, even though they were close in height. She was slender, and with his bulk, all of his clothes would look oversized on Callie. The material hung past her shorts, showing off her bare legs.
Callie turned, flushing slightly as she saw him staring. “I’ve got shorts on,” she said unnecessarily.
Wyatt cleared his throat. “I know.” His lips quirked. “What can I say? I like seeing you in my clothes. Maybe it’s some caveman mentality, but I feel like I’m telling the world you’re with me.”
“Well, I am with you, aren’t I?” she asked lightly.
Callie moved back toward him, and Wyatt swallowed. She smelled faintly of coconut from the sunscreen, but he still got a whiff of her floral scent from her damp hair. Even with minimal makeup, she was pretty as hell. Her cheeks were naturally flushed, her lips pink. He was dying to lean down and kiss her again but didn’t want to make Callie feel uncomfortable. They were supposed to be getting out of the lingering rain.
A clap of thunder made her jump, and then Wyatt couldn’t resist any further, pulling her into his arms as she giggled.
“I feel so silly jumping like that.” She pulled back to look at him but still clung to his biceps, probably not even aware of what she was doing.
“Don’t feel silly,” he murmured. “I was about to hide behind you,” he added with a wink.
“You were not,” she chastised. She was still hanging onto him though, looking up at Wyatt with those big, blue eyes.
Wyatt turned them so her back was to his SUV, and she was still smiling up at him, eager. Without thought, he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. She eagerly opened to him, soft and pliant beneath his touch. “Shoot,” he said, pulling her back toward him. “I don’t want you to get wet again from my car. Let’s get you inside.” He opened the passenger door and Callie leaned against the seat, trying to unlace her boots.
“Sit,” he ordered.
“Wyatt.”
He leveled her with a look. Giggling, she slid onto the passenger seat, her legs dangling out. Wyatt lifted one foot with his hand, easily unlacing the boot. As he dropped the muddy hiking boot to the ground, he made quick work of the other, leaving her sitting there in socks. “Buckle up. I’ll get your flip-flops out of your backpack. Or I can just carry you in once we’re back,” he added with a wink.
Wyatt closed the door at her look of surprise, chuckling to himself. Sitting in the open back hatch, he quickly pulled off his own muddy boots, slipping into a pair of sneakers. Wyatt took his wet tee shirt off, setting it with Callie’s wet clothes. He stilled. Seeing her bikini top alongside his own shirt made something fill his chest with warmth. It felt like she belonged with him, as quick and crazy as that seemed. He tugged on his sneakers, smiling at that thought. It might be far too soon to be thinking that way, but the idea didn’t scare him. Despite the rain and mud, he couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun.
“All set, sailor?” Callie joked as he climbed in the driver’s seat.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving her a mock salute. Wyatt started the engine, backing up so they could head home. Home. He’d asked her about dinner, but that was before they’d gotten soaked. “Are you still up for dinner tonight?”
She smoothed her hands over her damp shorts. “Well, yes, but I should probably change first. Maybe we can head back to my place, and I’ll come over later on?”
“My place is actually a lot closer to here than yours. Why don’t we go back to my house. I’ll get you some dry clothes, feed you dinner, and then take you back home later on.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“I just feel bad with you driving me around all day.”
