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Mariah looks up at me as she lifts her mud-covered hands out to the side. "There is mud in my buttcrack."
We both burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. The rain continues to pour down, matting her hair against her forehead and turning her once pristine outfit into a mud-splattered mess.
"Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to come help you?" she asks, her voice laced with lighthearted exasperation.
I extend a hand to help her up, the mud squelching beneath our feet. "Because you're an adventurous city girl who wanted a taste of the countryside."
She tries to shake some of the mud off, but it's no use. "Well, I think my asshole has had more than just a taste of the country life. I feel like I'm covered in a layer of cement and it's in every crack and crevice."
Helping her away from the puddle, we stop beside the truck and I wipe a smudge of mud from her nose. "But you wear it well, darlin'," I say with a smirk, admiring her resilience in the face of the messy mishap. We stand there for a moment, rain pouring around us, and an unexpected intimacy fills the air.
"I'm sorry if I ruined our night," she breathes.
"Are you kidding? I'm having a great time." I brush back her wet hair, a slow grin spreading across my face as I lean in and press my lips to hers. The moment our mouths meet, a current much stronger than the storm around us zaps through my veins, and she responds instantly. Her lips are wet, warm, soft, and taste faintly of the rum she had back at the bar.
With the rain still pelting against our skin, the kiss grows firmer, more insistent as I cradle her jaw in one hand while the other ventures down to grip her waist. She jumps slightly when I tug her against my growing arousal, but she doesn't pull away.Instead, she winds her arms around my neck and molds herself even closer to me; as close as our rain-soaked clothes will allow.
"Mariah," I breathe out against her mouth, my voice thick and heavy with need.
Just as I am about to deepen our kiss even further, a sudden flash of light illuminates the truck, swiftly followed by a loud horn. Startled by the sudden interruption, I pause, my lips only inches from hers.
Mariah and I turn our heads in unison toward the source of the flash to find a massive semi-truck slowing to a stop in front of us. The driver, looking concerned, leaps out of the cab and runs through the rain to our side.
"Are you two OK? Do you need help?" he calls out over the thunder.
"Yeah, we're fine, just a flat," I shout back, trying to sound like we weren't just caught up in a passionate, rain-soaked moment.
"Bad luck in this weather," the driver replies. "I'll help you change it so you can be on your way. It's not safe out here."
Mariah and I exchange apologetic glances, knowing the moment was ruined but grateful for the offer of assistance. We follow the driver to the side of the truck, where he and I make quick work of putting the new tire on, and before we know it, we're thanking him and driving off into the night.
MARIAH
My teeth are chattering by the time we arrive at the cottage, my dress and hair plastered to my skin. Clark helps me out of the truck and inside, concern etched on his handsome face.
"Let's get you all warmed up," he says, guiding me to the bathroom where he immediately wraps me in a fluffy pink towel before he turns from me and twists the facet on. "How about you have yourself a nice hot bath while I make us something warm to drink?"
"G-g-good idea," I force out through the chattering of my teeth. "B-but aren't y-you cold too?"
Clark shakes his head. "I'm fine, darlin'. Getting soaked to the bone is all in a day's work, I promise." He tests the water temperature and straightens up, turning to me with a smile, drying his hands on the spare towel. "That seems good to go. So I'll leave you to it."
I nod gratefully, my body shivering. Clark leans in and places a gentle kiss against my temple before slipping out and closing the door behind him.
Once alone, I peel off the drenched clothes that cling to my body, relishing the feeling of freedom as the heavy fabric fallsto the floor in a wet heap. I carefully step into the steaming bathtub, letting out a sigh of relief as the warm water envelopes me, chasing away the chill that has seeped into my bones.
As I sink deeper into the bath, the warmth begins to soothe my trembling body, and I close my eyes, smiling to myself as I think about the way Clark has taken care of me. This was supposed to be a simple, fun and easy-breezy hookup, but instead, it's become more of a rescue mission with him jumping to action and tending to my needs without me even needing to vocalize it. If I were the kind of girl who thought settling down in the country with an adorably dimpled farm boy was the dream life, I'd be swooning at that man's feet and begging him to make me his wife and fill me with his babies.
But since I'm not that kind of girl—growing up with a single mother and her many, many boyfriends coming and going quickly teaches a girl how fleeting most relationships are—I'm thinking only of the more pleasurable ways I can reward his kind gestures.
I just need to quit this shivering first—no man wants to put his dick near a girl whose teeth are clacking together uncontrollably!
As I bask in the comforting heat, my mind drifts back to that unforgettable kiss we shared against the side of his truck. I can't help but smile as I touch my fingers to my lips and recall the intensity and passion that seemed like it could explode into frenzied love-making right there on the side of the road. If that semi driver hadn't shown up when he did, who knows what would have happened?
With both the water and my thoughts warming my body, the shivering finally subsides, and I emerge wrapped in a fluffy robe.
Only to find the cottage empty.
Now, I'm not gonna lie and say I reacted well right away. I mean, I'm a plus-sized girly who's had more than her fair shareof rejection. But I try not to take any of it to heart and shoot my shot when I see a guy I like, and then run with it when it turns out he likes me too. And this time, it seemed like Clarkreallylike me. So to walk out into an empty living area is a shock, to say the least.
