Holy moly. Those two words kept running through Grayson’s mind as he held Emma in the aftermath of the hottest sex of his life. And here he’d thought he’d had pretty good sex in the past, but nothing in the past could compare to what’d just happened with Emma.

Her sweet, innocent responses to everything they did only added to the amazement for him. He’d never found innocence to be particularly attractive before now, before Emma.

Grayson ran his hand up and down her arm, delighting in the goose bumps that dotted her sensitive skin when he touched her. He knew he should get up and go downstairs so he wouldn’t get caught in bed with her by Max or his aunt and uncle when they returned. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave the warm comfort of her body curled up to his.

It wouldn’t take much to become addicted to that warm comfort as well as holding her in his arms while their bodies cooled from the kind of passion he’d never known existed until he met her. The thought of having only two more days with her filled him with the kind of panic he’d rarely experienced and reminded him all too well of how he’d felt after his father left.

He couldn’t let her and Simone leave and have this be over. No way. Not after what he’d shared with Emma during this momentous day and week. They had to find a way to keep it going, even if they had enormous obstacles standing between them and any sort of happily ever after.

Did he want that? Did he want a happily ever after? He’d never really cared about such things until the possibility of such a thing included Emma and Simone. They made for an incredibly attractive package, and the idea of a ready-made family with a nine-year-old was fine with him, seeing as he’d already helped raise his younger siblings and had no burning desire to have his own kids—or at least he’d never had that burning desire before.

“What’re you thinking about?” Emma asked in a sexy, sleepy-sounding voice.

“About how you rocked my world.”

“I rocked your world? How about what you did to mine?”

“What did I do to yours?”

“Rocked is too small a word for it.”

“Is that right?” he asked, inordinately pleased to hear he wasn’t the only one who’d been thoroughly rocked.

“Mmm, that’s right.”

“I’m also thinking about what happens after you and Simone go home.”

“What do you see happening?”

“I don’t know, but I’m already certain this won’t be enough. Not even close to enough.”

“We’re kind of in a tough spot here.”