Love Unrehearsed
Page 87“What are you doing?” I giggled as he hustled down the long drive.
“Makin’ new memories,” he said in a rush, stopping when he reached the torrent of water flowing down the street.
Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more than I already did, I fell another few miles deeper in love with him. He twirled us around, holding my legs out so I was balanced over his shoulder on my stomach. Heavy rain pelted my legs as I laughed from his playfulness.
“You’re crazy!” I felt so giddy and free.
Ryan motioned like he was going to dump me on the ground. “Do you love me?” I grabbed the back of his wet shorts.
“Yes!”
He raised my legs higher. “What?”
“Yes!” I giggled louder, exposing the top crack of his ass as he hung me down his back.
He splashed into a huge puddle. “Say it!”
“I love you!”
Ryan spun us in a circle. My wet hair whipped around, sticking to my face. “What?
I can’t hear you. It’s raining. You’ll have to speak up.”
“I love you!” I shouted, wiping the wet hair out of my eyes with one hand while holding his shorts with the other.
“You what?”
I smacked his perfect, soaking-wet ass. “I love you!”
“You love me?”
“Yes! Don’t drop me!”
He dipped me back farther; my wet shirt gathered uncomfortably under my breasts.
“Yes? Yes, what?”
I was laughing so hard, I was getting one of those side-stickers in my ribs. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
He set me down in the cold, streaming rainwater; one hand grasped my hip while the other got stuck into my hair at the base of my head. And then he was kissing me. In the downpour. In the stream of water running against the curb in front of his parents’
house outside of Pittsburgh. Kissing me with everything he had and then some. Smoothing back my wet hair. Biting my lips. Swirling his tongue with mine. Mingling our hungry breath into one.
Marking my memories with new thoughts of the rain.
Shining his brightness on me in the midst of a dark storm.
My hands were on his smooth, muscular back, his ribs, his neck and face.
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
“I love you,” he murmured.
“I love you more.”
He broke away to grace me with his killer smile. His happiness, knowing I was a huge part of it, was like a gift. One that I’d cherish forever.
But I still had to get him back for spinning me upside down. I bent down, gathered up a handful of water, and tossed it at him.
I hadn’t felt so free in such a long time. I kicked water back at him. When he bent for his own handful, I kept kicking and splashing, until he was sufficiently drenched.
Ryan straightened, glared down, and said,
“You’d better run.”
I took off through the rain, running only the length of the neighbor’s yard barefoot in the street before I got tagged and scooped up off the ground.
Ryan was smiling as he carried me down to the corner where the street storm drain was overflowing. The rain was coming down so hard, the water was flooding the street.
“We used to play down here,” Ryan said, walking with me pressed to his chest. “Me and Nick. Ricky Beidler used to live in that house over there. We’d get into all sorts of trouble.”
He set me down in ankle-deep water.
That’s when the serious splashing started.
Water soaked into my bra, trickling down my back.
“That all you got, Christensen?” I kicked, sending a blast of water at him. He laughed, tossed his wet hair back, and grabbed me around the waist, sitting me down on my ass in the water. I squealed again when cold water flooded down my butt crack.
Ryan plopped down, sitting next to me in the stream. “Come here,” he ordered low, snagging me by the armpits to haul me across his lap.
The rain was slowing down but it could have been hailing for all I cared, being in his arms next to the curb in the street, sitting in rushing storm water. Ryan wiped the matted hair off my forehead, tilting his neck down to kiss me.
There was no denying that look of love in his eyes; that gaze that said a million words.
I wrapped my arm over his shoulder, sliding my hand up his wet neck and into the tangles of his hair, feeling his kiss and all its meaning down into my bones.
We were the only two people in the world.
In a small stream.
In the rain.
And just like that, my gorgeous man replaced bad with another slice of great.
It was almost one o’clock the next afternoon when I heard Ryan’s mom, Ellen, huff for the thirty-second time—or was it the thirty-third? I was on my laptop at the kitchen table and Ryan was outside working on his car and ignoring his mother’s desire for him to keep a scheduled feeding time.
I made a silent deal with myself that the next huff would get me moving and sure enough it did.
“Ask him if he’s ready for a sandwich,” Ellen said in a rush, making sure I carried her message out to the garage.
I silently added “Yes, mother” to my
“Sure. No problem.”
I found Ryan, or should I say Ryan’s legs and khaki cargo shorts, which were riding very, very low on his hips and exposing all sorts of tight flesh and happy trails of hair.
He was on his back underneath the front end of his Shelby, and by the streaks of grease on his very sexy, low-riding khaki cargo shorts, I guessed he was changing the oil. The guy had $29 million but was too much of a guy to pay someone to change his oil. God love him and all of his humbleness.
I tapped his foot. “Hey, hot, sexy mechanic. How’s it going under there?” Ryan curled up enough to grin at me. “Going good.”
The sight of him with dirty, grease-stained hands, a smear of it on his plain white cotton V-neck tee and one on his forearm, and some tools in his hands added to his sex appeal.
“You’re looking so delish under there; I might be tempted to have you change my oil, too. What do you think?”
That earned me another smug smile. “I think you need more than your oill changed, ma’am. I’m thinking you’ll need a tune-up and a lube job as well.”
“At a minimum!” I joked. “And a buffin’