Any response he had died on his lips as she kissed him.  A groan slipped out, vibrated against her lips.  He couldn't help himself, his tongue dipping out and briefly swiping over her lips, letting him taste her.  Harold found her kiss addictive, wanted more.  He wanted nothing more than to push her up against the tree and deepen the kiss as his hands explored her body.<br/><br/>He was disappointed when she pulled away, worried she would realize this was a mistake and send him away.  Instead, when she asked if she wanted to find someplace private, his mouth went dry.  Deep in his mind, warning bells went off, telling him he should say no, that going further would be a mistake.  Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, and smiled.  "I'd like nothing more than to do that, if it's what you really want."