“Tomorrow, I could show you my new apartment if you’d like to see it.”

His meaning wasn’t lost on her. “I’ll have to see what’s going on with Simone.”

He rested his forehead on hers and took another deep breath. “I haven’t felt like this in… well… ever.”

Touched by his confession, Emma ran her hand over his back. “Neither have I.”

He raised his head to look down at her. “How’d this happen?”

“I believe you put your arm around me, and next thing I knew, here we were.”

“I don’t mean just this.” He kissed her to make his point. “I mean how did this happen? All of it.”

“It’s your fault for being so easy to talk to.”

“No, that’s your fault,” he said, smiling.

“I should probably go upstairs.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, kissing her again.

“Grayson…”

“Ten more minutes.”

Could she handle ten more minutes of the kind of pleasure she’d never experienced before? “Okay.”

Grayson woke to whispered voices in the kitchen and a warm, sweet body tucked in close to him under a blanket he vaguely remembered pulling over them in the middle of the night.

His aunt and uncle were up, and Emma was asleep in his arms, which was no big deal to him, but it would be to her. He kissed her awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, and a sweet smile curved her lips when she saw him there. Then she realized where they were, and the smile disappeared. “I…”

“Shhh. They’re up. Go on upstairs, and I’ll be back to get you at noon.”

“Get me to go where?”

“You’ll see.” He kissed her again and released her, patting her ass as she got up from the sofa.

Emma looked over her shoulder and caught him checking her out as she left the room to sneak up the stairs like a naughty teenager trying to avoid her parents.

He fell back against the sofa, missing her already, and she’d only just left him. A few minutes later, he got up, ran his fingers through his hair and put on his shoes. Then he went into the kitchen to face the music with his aunt and uncle.

“Morning,” Molly said from her perch at the stove where she was standing watch over a pan of eggs. “Coffee?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.”

She poured him a cup. “Cream is in the fridge. Sugar is on the table.”

“Thanks. Hope you don’t mind me crashing on your sofa. The snow was pretty intense.”

“Of course we don’t mind,” Molly said. “Our home is your home. You know that.”

“And I appreciate it.”

“So,” Linc said, holding his newspaper to the side so he could see Grayson, “did you and Emma have a nice time last night?”