She felt better knowing they were equally stunned. When she’d come to Vermont for Christmas with her sister’s new family, she’d had no idea she’d be having wild sex with her sister’s fiancé’s cousin. Emma reached for him, and he came into her embrace, capturing her lips in another heated kiss that quickly had her wanting him all over again.

Apparently, he felt the same way, because before she knew it, he was on top of her and inside her once again, moving slowly this time, slaying her with tenderness that was in stark contrast to the earlier frantic pace. This, she thought as her gaze collided with his, is what it must be like to make love.

Then he was turning them so she was on top of him.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma,” he whispered gruffly as he cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples.

She’d never felt more beautiful than she did right then with him gazing up at her with such blatant desire and affection etched into his expression. “Tell me how… I haven’t… Not like this.”

“Easy, baby.” His hands fell to her hips to guide her. “Nice and easy.” A huge shiver went through her as she tried to process the new position and how it made her feel. He urged her to move and helped her find a rhythm that had them both gasping. Then he sat up and gathered her in close to him as they continued to move. “How does it feel?”

“So good.” The word good seemed so inadequate, but with every brain cell focused on other things, it was the best she could do.

“God, Emma…”

The desperate tone of his voice had her moving faster, her every thought focused on the almost unbearable pleasure. He captured her lips in a desperate, carnal kiss at the same time he reached down to where they were joined to coax her to an explosive finish that left her reeling in the aftermath.

She collapsed into his embrace, holding on tight to him through the emotional firestorm that followed the epic release.

He held on just as tightly to her. “Holy shit, that was hot,” he said after a long silence punctuated only by the sound of heavy breathing.

“Mmm.”

“Are you all right?”

Had she ever been more all right? “Mmm-hmm.”

He reclined against the pillows, bringing her with him. His lips brushed against her forehead as his fingers combed through her hair. Happy, sated, warm and cozy in his arms, Emma drifted on a wave of contentment. She should check on Simone and Lucy. She should get up, take a shower, get back to her real life. But she couldn’t bring herself to move, to burst the delightful bubble that surrounded her and Grayson.