Take me home, Joe,” Summer whispered, and stroked her hands up his back.

Taking her home would be bad, Joe thought. Very bad. But she kept touching him and suddenly he couldn’t remember why.

Because she’s leaving.

Because she’ll hurt you.

Oh yeah, now he remembered. Turning to face her, he encircled her wrists with his hands.

She merely leaned into his chest, their hands squished between them, and looked at his mouth.

A low, rough groan tore from deep in his throat.

Reaching up, she kissed his jaw.

He hissed out a harsh breath and tugged her hands behind her back, pinned low on her spine. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but that meant she was helpless, pressed against him. He could feel her breasts, her belly, the outline of her thighs, and before he could pull away she arched into his hard-on with a little hum of pleasure.

And just like that, he was a goner. Dipping his head, he did what once had been his greatest fantasy. He covered her mouth with his and dove headfirst into a kiss that rocked his world, curled his toes, and drained the blood right out of his head.

When they had to break apart or suffocate, he stared at her, unable to catch his breath. Had he thought her helpless? She smiled up against him, her mouth still wet from his, with so much promise in her eyes he would have followed her to the damn moon, which meant he was the helpless one here. Send out a life vest, he was going down. He let go of her but she merely slid her arms around his neck and nibbled at his throat. When he groaned again, she sank her fingers into his hair, changed the angle of his head to suit her, and took his mouth.

Damn it, he was not going to do this, but then she murmured to him, stroking him with her hands, her tongue, her body, and he began to drown after all. “Red.”

“You’re shaking,” she said with surprise.

“I know.” He was the biggest fool on the planet, a fool who had to touch her. He ran a fingertip over her jaw, down her throat. Over her collarbone.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered, and outlined his lower lip with her tongue.

That was all it took. Some big, bad, tough guy he was. He sank into what she offered, giving it back, until they were both shaking. His hands and mouth couldn’t get enough of her.

“Mmm.” Eyes closed, she let out a long, catchy sigh. She had her hands beneath his shirt, touching skin to skin. “You kiss so amazing. Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

His fingers dug into her hips, squeezing. He didn’t want to talk, he wanted—