You didn’t watch the video last night. That’s twice.

The realization hit me at the same time that Jackson opened his eyes.

My heart skipped, and that ache increased a hundredfold as he gave me the sleepiest, sexiest smile I’d ever seen while he stretched.

You cannot fall for him. You. Cannot.

Oh God, it’s too late, isn’t it?

What I felt for Will was entirely separate from the emotions that overpowered me when it came to Jackson. How the hell was I capable of both?

“Good morning.” His voice was scratchy with sleep as his gaze raked over me. “You look incredible in my shirt.”

“Are you regretting last night’s gentlemanly concern for my virtue?” I teased, hoping he couldn’t see how unsettled I felt beneath my smile.

“Not even a little bit.” That smile shifted to a smirk.

“You have the restraint of a saint.” I rolled my eyes, knowing he could have taken me four different ways last night and I would have loved every minute of it.

A millisecond later, I was yanked against Jackson from chest to thigh, his hands like soft vises on my hips and his very large, very hard erection straining between us.

“Does that feel saintly?” he asked at my ear before running his tongue along the shell. “Because the things I want to do to you definitely put me in the sinner column.”

“Unh.” I couldn’t even make an intelligent sound as he kissed his way down my neck. I was all about the sinner column.

“How the hell do you smell so good?” he muttered. “God, I love waking up to you in my bed. We need to make this a regular thing.”

“I have my own house, you know.” My thighs shifted against his as he found a spot that turned me on like a freaking light switch.

“Fine.” He nipped at the base of my throat, and I slid my thigh over his. “We’ll sleep here when Fin’s home and at your place when she’s not. See how good I am at compromise?”

“Uh-huh. Is she used to seeing women in your bed?”

He flipped me to my back and rose over me with a look of pure disgust. “Hell no, she’s not. She’s never seen me in bed with a woman who wasn’t her mother, and it’s been so long since that happened, I doubt she even remembers, since she was probably about eighteen months old. I don’t bring women home, Morgan. Not here. Not ever. This is where I raise Fin.”

“But I’m here, and I qualify as a woman.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah, which should tell you that this means something to me. You mean something to me, and it’s not casual.”

My breath caught.