Before he could answer or they could absorb the significance of their shared vision, the skies opened up above them and rain came pouring down. Kyle pulled Hannah’s hand over his arm and they raced back up the hill toward the house and stood on the front steps watching the rain wash down in sheets. A bolt of lightning split the sky and a thunderclap followed.
Kyle shook his head. “I suppose you’re going to blame me for that, aren’t you?”
“Why’d you have to go and ruin a perfectly good day?”
Her admission of having the Thunderbird dream had floored him before and now he had no doubt, she was the ‘one’. This was absolute proof as far as he was concerned, and the information had Kyle’s mind racing. The significance overwhelmed him. He felt like he was face to face with his destiny and Kyle was compelled to fall on one knee and propose. But it was too soon…so they’d play instead.
“Ruin a perfectly good day? We’ll see about that. I’ll have you know any day you spend with me is a good day.” Kyle said and lunged for her.
Hannah spun away and ran for the front door. She pulled it closed behind her, but Kyle yanked it open. “Where are you going, Newman?”
Hannah backed away from the door slowly, weighing her options. She didn’t know the house at all. She looked left.
Kyle kicked his shoes off and stalked her. “Don’t want to go in there.”
She looked right.
“That’d be an even worse decision.”
They were in the expansive ballroom where they’d danced the night before. Hannah could make a break for the kitchen, but then what? Kyle would almost certainly cut her off before she made it there to hide behind the massive island that dominated the room.
Kyle stopped and leaned against one of the big Greek style columns which framed the room. “Looks like you’re trapped.” He started to move slowly, circling the room, cutting off Hannah’s escape to the kitchen. “Kitchen’s not an option anymore. Unless you think you can get by me.”
“I have a couple times already.”
Kyle smile. God, she was adorable. He began to circle again. “Because I let you.” He was at the stairs now. “You could make a break for the washroom, but the handle’s broken. So you wouldn’t be safe.”
He circled more. “I could be. But what if I’m not?”
Hannah looked toward the front door.
“Don’t want to go back out there, Newman. I made it rain, remember? I can make it rain more.”
“Then I’ll stay right where I am.”
Kyle approached slowly.
Hannah was mesmerized. Her heart was pounding. She should run.
“Last chance, Newman,” Kyle said when he was only a few feet from her.
So, this was what they called the thrill of the chase. Her whole body was revved up. Oh well, she’d just let him chase her until she caught him. Ha!
With a lilting giggle, Hannah broke to her left, the kitchen her only option. Kyle closed the gap with one big stride and pinched her rear.
Hannah jumped and yelped before changing her direction. She headed for the steps. The slick mud on the bottom of her boots caused a loss of traction and Kyle snatched her before she fell forward.
He spun her around and into his arms. “Look what I caught.”
Hannah pushed him away and ran for the stairs again. She stumbled on the first step, but gained her balance with the railing and dashed up the steps.
“I’m gonna get you,” Kyle said from behind her, making a grab for her ass.
He managed to get a handful, but Hannah scampered away. She was four steps from the landing when he appeared at her side and stuck his hand in front of her. She had nowhere to go. Kyle stepped close and backed her into the wall. He looked down at her, neither of them saying a word.
Hannah’s foot slipped nervously off the edge of the step and she regained her footing. The only sound in the house was Hannah’s breathing. She inhaled sharply, her heart beating a thousand miles a minute.
Kyle placed a hand on her arm. “We can’t have you wearing these wet clothes, can we?”
Hannah looked up at him. She gnawed on her bottom lip and shook her head ever so slightly.
“Boots,” Kyle said.
Hannah lifted her leg and he helped her out of them.
Hannah shook her head like a petulant child.
Kyle pulled his sweater up over his head. “I’ll take them off of you if you don’t do it yourself.” The idea sent a charge of electricity to Hannah’s nipples. She shook her head no again.
Kyle reached both hands around her back. Hannah was glued to the wall, hands at her sides. He lifted her sweater up and pulled her tights down roughly, almost taking Hannah off her feet. He kissed her calf as she stepped out of her wet tights and kissed her bare thigh on the way up.
“Shirt,” Hannah muttered.
She wanted to be forceful, but his presence had stolen her breath. “Shirt,” she muttered again.
“One more time?”
She was already on unsteady knees. “Take your shirt off.”
She wanted to rip it off of him herself, but much like her mouth, her arms didn’t seem to work. Kyle pulled his shirt up over his head.
It was soaked and clung to him as he went. Hannah stared at the ridges of his six-pack as he struggled. The desire to reach out and feel him tore at her. Her hand was halfway to feeling his rippling abs when Kyle finally freed himself from the wet shirt.
Hannah didn’t respond.
Kyle undid his belt and pulled it out of the loops. “Last chance.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, “Don’t make me take it off for you.”