“No, we’re not. I said I understand and I do.” She smiled at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. “I mean, it’s okay if you’re the one with the low sex drive. We’ll just have to adjust and learn to accommodate that.”

Well, wasn’t Imogen the funny one? Ty refused to give her smug little self the satisfaction of smiling, even as he thought her wit was damn amusing. “Oh, is that right? I’m the one with the low sex drive?”

He leaned over and kissed her hard, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth as he tasted the traces of her coffee. He ransacked her, squeezing her breast with one hand as he buried the other into the hair of her ponytail. He kissed her until her glasses had fogged up from their heavy breathing, her nipples were tight buds beneath his fingers, and he would bet his career she was sopping wet in her panties.

Imogen yanked herself back from him and sucked in a deep breath. “I . . .” she panted, “was being facetious.”

“I know.” Ty grinned. “But it gave me a good excuse to feel you up.”

“I thought we had established you never needed an excuse.”

Brushing his finger over her nipple, loving the way her mouth slipped open on a breathy sigh and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, Ty kissed a trail down her jaw. “I don’t think that we did establish that. But it’s nice to know I have the green light at any time.”

“Well.” She tipped her head a little to give him better access. “Maybe not at just any time.”

“No?” Ty loved the way her skin felt, smooth as satin, free of makeup, just fresh and clean beneath his lips. “What times are off-limits?”

“In the presence of other people should be off-limits. I think that covers most awkward situations that might arise.”

“But in the woods is okay?” Ty was getting hot in the car, an erection pressing hard against his jeans. There was something about the way Imogen looked at him, so intelligent, yet so trusting that he could give her pleasure, that just did him in every time and made him want to strip her and lick her from head to toe.

“I would imagine the woods are okay.”

Ty pulled back. “Then let’s set up camp, babe, before I regress to seventeen and try to nail you in the backseat.”

Imogen glanced in the backseat and just wet her bottom lip.

Fighting the urge to groan, Ty said, “No. We’re not having sex in this car. There are a million better places right on up this path, so change your shoes and let’s head for the site.”

“Why do I need to change my shoes?” she asked, pulling her backpack up from between her legs.