“Okay, I get it. And I get how we’re both not seeing anyone else right now and we just…slipped.” He sighed and picked up his book. The words were insensible ink blots, and his heart was pounding so loudly he felt like his whole body was vibrating. What the hell was he doing? This was like letting a grenade into his bed.

She was about to pull back the covers and launch into his bed when she stopped and looked at him. “You’re wearing clothes, right?”

His grin spread despite himself. She was so much fun to tease.

“Leo. Be serious.”

“It’s really hot tonight,” he said, using the book to fan his face. “Enter at your own risk, Countess.”

She shook her head. “You know what? You can joke all you want. I’m so tired I don’t even care as long as you stay on your side.”

He flapped down the covers, revealing navy boxers. “Don’t get all hot and bothered. I’m decent.”

She slid into his bed, collapsing onto the pillow and lying with her back to him.

That gave him a great view of her excellent cupcakes.

It wasn’t like she was wearing anything revealing. But the sight of her in his bed, even turned away from him, made every nerve jump.

Her dark hair was splayed all over the pillow, her legs were toned and tan and looked like they’d be soft as silk, and her sweet curves were visible under the sheet. So close. Too close. And why was he having these thoughts? Because he was a man; that was it. With a very sexy woman inches from him. In his bed.

Not to mention the fact that just a little while ago, they’d had their tongues down each other’s throats.

Following her lead, he took off his reading glasses, set them on his book, and turned out the light. For a moment they both lay there, listening to the sounds of the summer night entering through the open windows—the crickets, a motorcycle revving in the distance, the intermittent squawk of an insomniac bird. The delicious smell of citrus—her soap or body wash or whatever it was—drifted up to him from across the bed.

She smelled good enough to eat.

He snuck a glance. Now she’d rolled over on her back, one hand draped across her forehead.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, and she turned to him. “Why are you looking at me?”

The motion made her hair spill over. A thick, silky mass. Enough for someone to get lost in.

“I don’t know,” he said, clearing his throat. “Maybe it’s because I’m still a little thrown that you’re in my bed.”

The moon shone on her face and reflected off her shiny hair. “I’m sorry, Leo. My sister was so distressed. You don’t mind that she’s staying over, do you?”