When he finally did kiss her, it was soft, and slow, and sweet. He kissed her over and over, brief, delicious sips of contact. Gradually, his kisses became longer, his mouth pressing firmer to hers, lingering, the tip of his tongue gliding along the curve of her lower lip as if learning its shape. Julia was intensely aware of each shift in movement, mentally cataloguing every detail of their kiss.

I am having a hyper-romantic super-hot kiss in the freaking rain!

And it only got hotter. When his mouth opened over hers, tongue slipping inside, all coherent thought evaporated. Poof. Gone. Julia no longer had a brain, just a body. A body that was tingling and aching and yearning. She moaned and gripped his shoulders, chasing his tongue with hers. His fingers sifted through her still-wet hair, palm cradling the back of her neck, while his other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

His hand moved from her neck down her back, fingers stroking her spine. Julia shivered.

“Cold?” Luke’s voice was a husky whisper.

Which was more sound than Julia could produce right now. She shook her head.

His lips grazed her throat and she shivered again.

“You sure?” he asked, his breath a warm caress on her neck.

She moaned. Her vocal cords seemed to have forgotten how to do anything but make incoherent noises.

Luke smiled. She could feel the curve of his mouth against her skin. He leaned back and gazed down at her. “Not in the mood to talk, huh?”

She might have tried to respond to that, but he gripped her hips and pulled her onto his lap, her thighs spreading, pressing against his. Her position on top of him put them almost at eye level with each other. Julia took the lead this time, controlling the kiss. As her mouth moved over his, a wordless groan of pleasure escaped him, sending power and excitement surging inside her.

Hands braced on his shoulders, she rose up, her knees pressing into the bark. Straddling him on the log in her shorts should have been uncomfortable as hell, and maybe it was, but she was too busy enjoying herself to notice. She deepened the kiss, losing herself in the feel of her mouth on his, of his hands on her skin, cocooned by the cool scent of pine and the warm, soft patter of summer rain.

His fingers dug into her hips, and they both moaned, tension spiraling between them. Hell yes. This had to be the hottest thing she’d ever done in her life. Wanting more, Julia leaned into him. She realized her mistake a moment too late as their center of balance shifted on the log, causing them both to slide backward.

Oh shit, we’re going over.

“Whoops-a-daisies!” Luke yelped.