Before I can get a word in edgewise, Summer grips my jacket pulls me into her, knocking all the doubt right out of me. She presses up onto her toes and, without even looking around to see if anyone is watching, seals her lips to mine in a kiss so hot, it could set the cabin behind us aflame.

I push my fingers into her soft hair, sweeping my tongue over her bottom lip. It’s freezing out here, but the heat sparking between each kiss warms me from the inside out. I hardly notice the cold. It’s just me and her, kissing until we’re breathless.

When she pulls away, I bring my hand to her cheek, tracing the flush that’s creeping across her face and down her chest. I want to kiss every square inch of her sweet pink skin.

”Maybe you could come in for just a minute. You know, to warm up,” she says in a small voice, as though it’s just a casual offer.

But we both know better. If I step through her door, every potential version of this evening will end the same—with me tangled up with her until morning.

“Are you sure?”

But she doesn’t respond. Instead, she hauls me close again, sealing her warm mouth to mine. That’s all the yes a man could ever need.

Inside the cabin, we’re out of our coats in record time, tumbling back onto her bed like we’ve done this dozens of times. And in my head, we have. I’ve played out this moment so often while lying awake in bed at night. Usually with my hand inside my boxers.

But this is real. I’m really here, in Summer’s bed, fully mesmerized as she peels out of her heather-gray sweater and shimmies off her skintight black jeans.

She’s a vision in the flickering firelight, which casts shadows that dance along her pale stomach and the curve of her hips. It’s not the first time I’ve seen her in next to nothing. The hot springs did me that favor, back when I was dead set on looking but not touching.

But not tonight. This is the last night I have her here, and I’m tossing every rule into the fire. Tonight, we’re diving headfirst into the flames.

Her eager mouth finds mine right away. Even though her hand rubbing against the front of my jeans is more than a little distracting, I want tonight to be all about her. If this is all we get, just one night together, all I want in the world is to make her feel good.

“Logan.” Her voice is a breathy whimper.

I smile against her skin.

Not to worry, sweetheart. I’m going to give you everything you need.