The moment his lips connected with hers, she stopped worrying about the many reasons this was a bad idea and lost herself in a kiss that made her forget everything other than how incredible it felt to be held and kissed by a smart, sexy, handsome man.

Kisses that had been sweet and tentative the night before were hotter now, sexier, more desperate.

Emma had never been kissed the way Grayson kissed her, as if he wanted to devour her, and oh dear God, she wanted to be devoured by him. A libido that had been dormant for ten years roared back to life with an intensity that made her shiver from wanting him so desperately.

He seemed to want her just as badly, judging from the way he kissed her and how he drew her closer to him, until they were stretched out on the sofa, arms and legs entwined, lips joined and his erection hard against her belly.

Emma had to remind herself where they were and what could and couldn’t happen here. Worries about getting caught had her withdrawing, reluctantly, from the kiss.

“What?” he whispered gruffly.

“I’m trying to remember where we are.”

“I can’t remember my own name right now.”

She laughed softly, and then sighed when his lips moved to her neck as his hand dipped under her sweater. The heat of his palm on her back seared her skin, making her want so much more. She moved against him, hoping he’d touch her everywhere, regardless of where they were and who might catch them.

Groaning softly, he took the hint, moving his hand from back to front and up to cup her breast through her bra.

Emma was glad she’d worn one of the few truly sexy bras she owned.

His thumb slid back and forth over her nipple, setting off a firestorm inside her.

She went on her own exploration, sliding her hand under his sweater.

He gasped from the feel of her skin against his and captured her lips in another heated kiss. His tongue rubbed against hers as their bodies rocked together. Then he pinched her bare nipple between his fingers, and Emma nearly launched off the sofa. She broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Grayson…”

“Hmm?”

“We have to stop. We can’t do this here.”

He made an inarticulate noise. “Let’s go to your room.”

“This is your aunt’s house. We can’t.”

“They won’t know, and they wouldn’t care.”

Emma was so incredibly tempted. “I care. I’m their guest, and it doesn’t feel right to…”

“Shag their nephew in the guest room?”

She laughed at his bluntly spoken words. “Yes, that.”

He sighed, deeply, then adjusted her bra to cover her breast and removed his hand from under her sweater. “For the record, I’m withdrawing under protest.”

“Duly noted,” she said, smiling as she kissed him.