Harper stirred and raised her head. As soon as she saw that he was awake, their eyes met, and when she moved her leg, he knew she could feel his erection.

He held his breath, waiting to see how she’d react. He thought she should get off him and move away in a hurry. Being so close to her, and in this particular position, he wasn’t feeling much self-control.

But she didn’t.

That was sort of an invitation, wasn’t it?

He lowered his gaze to her lips. Surely one kiss couldn’t hurt.

Halfway hoping she’d stop him, he lifted his free hand to caress her cheek. It would be so easy to get lost in her and in what he was feeling in this moment.

Gently stroking the back of her head, he touched his lips to hers—but just barely. He still wasn’t convinced he should allow himself to take this liberty. Things he couldn’t resist were usually things he should resist. They always got him into trouble. But when her eyes closed, he knew there was no point in debating with himself. If she liked this as much as he did, he’d already lost the battle.

The warmth of her mouth sent a burning sensation through him like a shot of the best whiskey. Instinctively, his fingers delved into her thick, silky hair, and she shifted until she was completely astride him.

The pressure made him grow even harder, and he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue meet and move against hers. He was tempted to peel off her sweatshirt and take this to the next level right away. His fingers itched to touch her bare skin and to bring her naked body against his.

He might’ve acted on the impulse. What had started out as a somewhat tentative exploration was quickly growing into a breathless, hungry frenzy. They couldn’t seem to kiss each other deeply enough to satisfy—until the doorknob rattled.

Someone was trying to come in.

Harper heard it, too. She sat up, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. “Are you expecting company?” she gasped.

He didn’t get the chance to answer before he heard, “Tobias? Where are you? Since when did you start locking the damn door?”

“It’s my brother,” he whispered and they both scrambled off the couch. “Would you rather hide in the bedroom so he doesn’t see you, or…”

“I guess.” She hurried to gather up the bedding. “Probably best to keep rumors in town to a minimum. My sister and brother-in-law live here, after all.”

He was helping Harper fill her arms with the comforter and pillows when the door swung open. Maddox used to live in the house before marrying Jada. Tobias had forgotten he still had a key.