Sizzling Summer Nights. Debbi Rawlins

worry. In a week you’ll see your fill of stars.”

      “That’s not what I meant,” she said, and felt the pressure at her nape become a gentle massage.

      They leaned into a soft kiss. Hannah laughed when they both angled their heads the same way.

      Seth didn’t. He cupped her face with one hand and deepened the kiss, their tongues touching and stroking each other. His hand moved to her neckline, and he toyed with the fabric before dipping his fingers just underneath, just enough to tease.

      She trembled when his mouth left hers and his lips blazed a damp path down the side of her neck.

      Gently, he touched her jaw, then trailed his fingertips down her throat over her knit top and lingered between her breasts. The inside of his wrist grazed her hardened nipple.

      Hannah held her breath. The tiny movement caused a slight thrust of her breasts. She waited, wondering if he’d slip his hand under her shirt.

      The temptation was there. She could feel his tension, his indecision, his restraint. Damn, she wished she could see his face. But it was impossible with the way they were sitting. Although she could see his straining fly just fine.

      She laid a hand on his thigh, about midway between his knee and groin. And then she inched higher, stopping short of his erection. His free hand went to the back of her head and he held her still while he kissed her.

      Oh, God, she wanted to touch him so badly. But she didn’t dare. His mouth was hot and hungry, his skin feverish, his warm rugged scent surrounded her. It was all going to her head. Stepping just one toe over the line would be all it took. They wouldn’t stop. And there would be no do-overs. She wasn’t sure it mattered.

      Seth was waiting for her to make the next move, she realized. She’d set the tone and he could’ve taken over from there, but he wanted her to call that final shot. While she appreciated his thoughtfulness, she almost wished he’d just gone for it.

      A cool breeze seemed to come out of nowhere, nipping at her, making her shiver. She rubbed her bare arms. Removing her hand from his thigh killed the mood.

      He straightened away from her. “Guess I’m doing a shitty job.”

      “Oh, no.” Hannah clutched at his arm, trying to bring him back to her. “It feels good.”

      “I meant keeping you warm.”

      “Ah. Right.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “No, it was just that one little gust.”

      “Gust?” Seth laughed. “I’d stay away from Montana in the winter if I were you.” He grabbed both their waters. “In the meantime, let’s get out of here.”

      “We don’t have to go.” A yawn threatened and she pressed her lips together for a second. “It was just that one...breeze.”

      “Look, you have a whole week. No rush, right?”

      She would’ve rather he’d said we. But that might’ve sounded too presumptuous. Probably not something she would’ve said herself. “I’ve ruined the night, haven’t I?”

      “Absolutely not,” he said as he got to his feet. “I’ve enjoyed myself.”

      She grasped his outstretched hand and he pulled her up.

      “Go ahead and get in the truck,” he said when she picked up one side of the blanket.

      “I’m really not cold.”

      “Just tired.”

      Hannah sighed. “Exhausted,” she admitted. “It was harder getting away from the office than I thought.”

      “Signs of a healthy economy, right?”

      “More like a slave-driver boss.”

      Seth smiled, and boy did she want to kick herself. It was only a little after ten. She was on vacation and had lucked out meeting a gorgeous guy the very first night. And what was she doing? Squandering an opportunity to get laid, that’s what.

      “Hannah?”

      She blinked at Seth as he tried to take her corner of the blanket from her.

      With a wicked smile that made her wonder if she’d said something she shouldn’t have, he tugged the blanket free of her hand. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you to bed.”