Grayson was on the phone with his father in another room. I didn’t want to bother him, so I waved good-bye and left. I needed to be home to take a moment to collect my thoughts in the safety of my apartment. I wanted to take a hot shower and wash the day off me. Then I had plans to curl up on my sofa and drink a large glass of wine.

Besides, I thought that Grayson would want to be with Tyler right now. Someone tried to kill his brother today, and I know how important Tyler is to him. Talking to me about what happened between us last night is probably the last thing Grayson wants to do right now.

I was shot at today.

It feels surreal. I can’t even think about what would have happened if Tyler and Grayson hadn’t reacted as quickly as they did. Especially Grayson…when he threw me to the ground and put himself on top of me like that…he saved my life. And I haven’t even thanked him for it.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at my front door. I freeze with my wineglass halfway to my lips. I carefully put it down on the coffee table and get to my feet. I secure the belt on my robe since I’m naked underneath. Taking a deep breath, I tuck my damp hair behind my ears and quietly pad across the wooden floors in my apartment.

I’ve just made it to the hall when there’s another knock.

“Mel, it’s Grayson.”

My heart sputters to a stop.

He’s here.

Moving quickly, I reach the front door, and after checking the peephole, I throw it open. His eyes lift to mine. He looks tired and his hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it. But he looks hot. So very hot.

“What are you doing here?” I say, and I don’t mean it to sound as harsh as it does, but it comes out that way because I’m surprised.

“I needed to see you. And I wanted to make sure that you were okay.”

“I’m fine.”

His gaze drops, and I realize that the belt on my robe has loosened a little when I rushed over, exposing my cleavage to him. Green eyes lift back to mine, causing shivers to break out all over my body.

The next thing I know, he’s stormed through the door and slammed it behind him. Then I’m in his arms and his mouth is on mine.

“Grayson!” I gasp.

He swallows up his name with a kiss. Then he backs me up against the wall. His hands go to my thighs and he lifts me, putting himself between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and start kissing him back.

We’re all tongues, teeth, and deep moans. There’s nothing finessed about this kiss. This is happening out of pure need. Grayson’s hand goes to his jeans. I hear his zipper pull down, and a condom package tear open. He stops kissing me. Lips still pressed to mine, he stares into my eyes, a question in them.