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Riley reached for Vanessa and pulled her to him. Heat flared between them and she struggled to maintain a modicum of composure. Unsatisfied need dwelled deep inside her. If he kept getting this close, she wouldn’t be able to behave herself. Over his shoulder, the lightning struck outside and the tempo of the rain increase. “Does it always rain like this here?” she asked in a breath a little heavier than she liked.
“Sometimes.” He pulled her away from the barn door and swung it closed.
“Shouldn’t we be on the outside when you close the door?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” He glanced at the hayloft above, then back to her. “Here, I’ll give you a boost.” His hands wrapped around her waist, helping to steady her as she climbed the rungs. Her skin tingled under his touch. Once at the top she moved away from the edge and waited for him to join her. “This is a great place for storm watching. Plus, you’ll be able to rest and keep an eye on your horse,” he said as they settled against a bail of hay.
“It is a good idea,” she admitted. “Still, I feel a little naughty sitting up here with you.” Actually, she felt very naughty, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
He grinned. “Like you’re waiting for your parents to catch you with your date?”
“Yeah, like that,” she laughed. “How many girls have you been naughty with up here?”
He scooted next to her, dropping an arm around her shoulder. “Enough.”
Oh God, why did he insist on being so close?
Lightning crashed outside, making her jump. As she did, he pulled her into the crook of his arm. “It seems to me, Ransom isn’t the only one who’s afraid of storms.”
Between the heat radiating from his body and the humidity in the air, she nearly gave into her feelings and leaned over to kiss him. “T…that’s ridiculous. I’m thirty years old, not a child.”
“Age doesn’t take away the fear,” he replied, slowly skimming her arm with his fingers. “It’s okay to admit you’re afraid.”
Vanessa remained silent as she stared out the window. She shivered. It wasn’t the storm causing her heart to pound with alarm.
He turned into her, catching her chin with his finger. “I won’t hurt you, Vanessa.”
The look in his eyes told her that his declaration ran deeper than any concern she should have had of physical harm.
“I know.”
She wasn’t sure how, but she did. More than anything, she wanted him to lean over and kiss her, to relieve the insatiable need she had for him.
Instead, he pulled her closer and rested his chin on her hair. Together, they watched Mother Nature’s encore.