Lord, Rogue hoped she wasn't going to end up burnt from their lounging in the sunshine. She wanted to be able to press her bare skin to his that night, and wrap her legs around him without them screaming in pain from being baked in nature's oven. If she wasn't able to have good and proper sex with him that night because she'd been too content sprawling around like a cat, she'd never forgive herself.

That terrible prospect made Rogue loop her arm through Steve's and give him a tug in that direction. "Come on, then, slowpoke!"

Steve really didn't want to see Rogue cranky. It wasn't a pretty sight. And when she got really riled, she could be a true southern spitfire. He might think he wanted to see that now, but all the men in her life had learned to head for the hills when she was in a mood.