Running Out of Rain by Lori Leger

Author:Lori Leger
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: louisiana romance, widowed heroine, louisiana author, cajun romance, romance over 50, southern american romance, widower romance, boomer romance, over 50 romance, southern romance novel
Publisher: Lori Leger

He held the door open for Cyn to walk into his home. She looked around and nodded, seeming somewhat surprised at its extraordinary neat condition. “Were you expecting company?”

John Michael shrugged. “One can always hope.” She didn’t need to know he’d spent most of the day cleaning in case they ended up here tonight.

Her smile reached her eyes. Eyes still a little reddened from the short bout of tears she’d allowed herself earlier. His breath hitched when she caught her lower lip in her teeth, giving her a vulnerable look. He wanted to kiss away any sadness, any heartbreak caused by her cheating dead spouse and selfish daughter. Trini must have inherited that trait from her father’s DNA.

She looked around, fidgeting. “At least you didn’t say expect.”

He set the pizza and his phone on the counter, grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet. “I never expected a thing and I still don’t.” He headed for the fridge and peered inside. “I’ve got Coke, canned tea, and bottled water. Or maybe you’d like a beer with your pizz . . .” Her hands wrapped gently around his waist, cutting off his question. Cynthia pressed her body against his back, laid her face softly between his shoulder blades. He grabbed her hands, pulled her arms tighter around him and let his head fall back to rest against hers.

His eyelids drifted shut. The simple act of closeness, of the companionship sorely lacking in his life, had him releasing a long, slow sigh of satisfaction. Her next words had his eyes snapping open again.

“Maybe you should.”

“I should what?” he asked, slightly confused.

“Expect it. Maybe you should expect it.”

“I’m—” He swallowed. “I’m not quite sure what to say.”

“Why?”

He sucked in his breath. “It sounds a little like one of those loaded questions. You know, like “Have you stopped beating your wife?” Seems like anything I say could get my ass in a crack. Until you give me the word, the best I can manage is to hope.” He held his breath throughout her prolonged pause.

“Word.”

He released his breath slowly and turned in her arms to face her. Cyn’s green eyes showed no hint of teasing. “Spell it out for me, please, so there’s no chance of miscommunication.” Her smile had him sucking in his breath again as he tightened with need below the belt.

“I want you, John Michael. Here, now, before we fill up on pizza and beer. I’m starving. For you.”

“Well, all right, then.” He kicked the fridge door closed with his booted foot and dipped his head to capture her mouth with his own. She unbuttoned his shirt, scraped her nails gently over his chest.

He sucked in his breath sharply. Cyn emitted something similar to a low growl in the base of her throat and his groin tightened painfully. “Oh. God.” He looked around. No way would this happen in his kitchen. He grabbed her hand, pulled her down the hallway into his bedroom.

Cynthia jerked open the button of his jeans and pulled his shirt out and off of him in one, smooth move.

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