Screw resisting. Screw her worries, too. Before I can stop myself, I reach out and grab her, pulling that lithe body into my lap. I bend my head, facing her lips. She doesn’t complain. In fact, she sighs. And every muscle in my body hardens. “Save it for another time,” I whisper. “We’ll talk about it, I promise, but right now, we can’t save this magnificent sunset.” “Oh.” One word, and not even that, just a hot sigh pouring out of her, cascading against my mouth from the sliver of space left between us.
