"Gabe."

He spun around to see her come around the corner of the maintenance shed. "I was looking for you."

"I was looking for you, too." Her bright pink tropical-print dress stood out in the shadows, fitting closely through her narrow waist. She stayed put, her hands folded below her breasts, as he walked to her.

He thought she shivered. "Are you cold? We can go get you a sweater."

"No, it's nice out."

He rubbed his palms over her bare arms, and she shivered again. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She drew in a deep breath. In the moonlight she appeared to study him before she spoke. "No, I'm not fine. I want you to kiss me again."

He didn't wait for her to change her mind. Tipping up her chin, he stroked the softness of her cheek, watching her eyes. He pressed his mouth against her full, soft lips. The tiniest needy sound escaped her as her arms wrapped around his neck and she melded against his body. He sought entrance to her mouth and she opened to him.

She tasted like coconut and smelled like vanilla. His hunger grew as he finally got to sample what he'd wanted all summer. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her, held her tighter to him. He kissed a trail across her jaw and let his tongue delve into her ear. She squirmed in his arms and her belly rubbed against his swollen cock.

He wanted her, but not here in the open. Maggie deserved something special, or as close as he could come to it on the spur of the moment. There was no telling how many people might be in his room so he wasn't about to take her there. He lifted his head to look around for somewhere more private, and heard her draw in a breath.

"What's wrong?" Maggie's words were airy, dreamy.

"Nothing." He kissed her again, but briefly. "I was looking for someplace for us to go. Someplace we can be alone."