Shane hadn’t kissed a woman in a very long time. Too long. Still, it seemed like he remembered how to do it, and Robin enthusiastically responded to his touch. She tasted like the fizzy soda she’d packed in the cooler, and enjoyed the softness of her lips against his.
He pulled away, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered.
In response, she kissed him again. Shane became aware of his racing pulse, the sound of the river rushing nearby, the heat of summer pressing down on him. His blood pounded through his veins, and every sense became heightened.
And he wondered if that was what it felt like to be in love. He wasn’t sure, had never fallen in love before, but he let one hand slide up Robin’s back to cradle her head.
She broke the conn
