He stepped closer and slipped his fingers into her hair, brushing her lips with a kiss at the same time. Her body did not listen to her mind, and she leaned into the kiss. Passion ignited them both, and Russell's hands were urgent as they slid down her back and buttocks. The burn started deep inside and seemed to call out for the hardness he pressed against her.
Russell broke the kiss. "I saw the family leave earlier. We could go inside."
"No." Evelyn didn't intend the response to be sharp but realized it must have been when she saw him wince.
"A bed would be better than the back seat."
"Yes, but…"
"What?"
Evelyn took a step back. "I can't. We can't. It's wrong."
Russell wiped a hand across his face. "What about…?" He made a vague gesture, but she knew what he meant. What about last
