Outside... inside. Hell, he couldn't tell the difference anymore. He could smell the hint of pine and rain that still clung to her skin. And he knew better, dammit, but it didn't seem to matter. Her face tilted up toward his, and her eyes were storm-tossed lakes of phosphorous green, and he saw the need in them, despite her denial. But he also saw the desire. It blazed, green flames licking up at him, burning him. All his arguments went silent. He knew he was about to make a huge mistake, but, hell, he was only human. He was out of willpower. He curled his hands around her upper arms, pulled her against him, and he kissed her. Her mouth was cool and wet, opening willingly against his. He let go of her arms, and they twisted around his neck, pulled tighter, closer. He slid his arms around her waist, just kept on kissing her. When her tongue touched his, his body caught fire. His heart hammered and his blood boiled and his head swam with images, vivid ones, of the two of them tangled and naked.
