Once he'd begun, Ryan was in no hurry to stop or to do anything that would mean letting her go. Her clothes were wet enough, though, to remind him she needed to get dry. All those maxims about being out in the rain were probably nothing more than old wives' tales, but he didn't want her becoming ill on his account. Reluctant to stop all the same, smoothing his hand to the small of her back, he took his lips from hers only to kiss down her neck instead. He was prepared to continue, but her turtleneck got in the way. "Come on," he mumbled, leaning his head against hers, pressing a kiss just below her ear. "You're gonna get sick or something in these." Lifting his head to find her mouth again, eyes half-closed, he kissed her gently, not moving despite what he'd said.