As he looked down at her and she stared up at him, her arms around his neck and his around her waist, Emma realized this must be what it felt like to fall in love. And then he made it even better by kissing her softly and with tenderness that had her knees going weak under her. Only his arms tight around her kept her standing as the kiss went from sweet and tender to hot and needy in the scope of ten seconds.

He lowered her onto the bed, coming down on top of her without missing a beat in the kiss. His tongue caressed hers as the press of his body against hers made Emma want so much more than she’d agreed to.

She tugged on the hem of his sweater and drew it up, smoothing her hands over his back as she went.

Grayson trembled from her touch and broke the kiss to help her remove the sweater. “Yours, too,” he said, tugging on the fabric until it cleared her head. He took in the sight of her in only the formfitting tank top and bent his head to kiss the plump slopes of her breasts. “Your skin is like silk. If all I can do is kiss you, I want to kiss you everywhere.” He removed her top, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. He stroked her nipple with only the tip of his tongue, but she felt it everywhere. “Are they sore from before?”

“A little,” she said breathlessly.

“Then I’ll be gentle.” He kept up the soft strokes of his tongue, driving her wild with one caress after another—and that was before he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Grayson,” she gasped.

“Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”

“Incredible.”

“How about over here?” he asked, switching sides.

“There, too.” A sharp ache of desire between her legs had her moving restlessly beneath him as he kept up the sensual assault on her nipples, which were now rigid and tight from the attention he paid them with both his fingers and tongue. He kept it up until she was about to beg him to stop or make her come or do anything to relieve the aching need.

As if he could read her mind, he finally moved down, kissing her belly and taking little bites of her skin that sent the desire to the critical zone.

He tugged on the button to her jeans. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” she said, no longer caring about where they were or how desperate she sounded.

His lips curved into a smile that she felt against her sensitive skin. “You’re sure?”

“Grayson!”

“Shhh, you’ll wake your daughter.”