If I had any lingering doubts about why I made such a stupid mistake in the first place, they're gone in an instant. At the first touch of his lips to mine, my body goes limp against his, the rush of heat taking over. I'm aware of every place we touch, of every slightest movement of his skin against mine. His lips are demanding and teasing, toying with me. This is a man who knows how to kiss.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I remember why I'm here. I push gently against his chest until he breaks the kiss.
"Ready to stop already?" he asks, with an expression that makes my heart skip a beat.
"Can we go inside?" I ask again. "Into the house?"
He chuckles, and the sound makes me tingle all the way down to my toes. "If you insist. After last time, I didn't think you minded being outside.
