Suzanne, her breath chugging, too, sat back a little. She hadn’t expected him to have them in the back pocket of his track pants, but what single man didn’t have quick, easy access to a stash in his own home? Just in case he was called on to be someone’s fake rancher boyfriend and things got out of hand. “You don’t use condoms?”

He shot her a frustrated scowl. “I always use condoms. I just…don’t do this all that regularly…and never here. I usually get them on the way…”

Suzanne supposed it made her a bad person to like that Grady wasn’t putting it out for every woman he came across. It probably made her a truly heinous person to admit the thought even turned her on a little. Grady was a seriously hot guy. She imagined—if he actually smiled—he could crook his finger and have just about anyone.

And he’d chosen her.

It was ridiculous to be aroused by what essentially amounted to a lack of practice. It probably made him lousy in bed. But some things were innate, and Grady sure as hell hadn’t taken a wrong step yet.

“I have condoms,” she said, sliding her arms around his neck, tightening her thighs around his waist. She always carried them in her handbag. “In my room.”

Grady did not need any further direction. He just grabbed her ass and pulled her off the bench top, kissing her with deep, drugging kisses as he carried her, navigating from the kitchen past Zoom’s tank through the archway to her bedroom at the end of the hall without dropping her or running them into a single wall. Not that Suzanne was conscious of anything outside of Grady. All that existed was his mouth and the play of his tongue and the heat of his chest and the hardness between his legs. It was as if she were floating.

Floating in a sea of fake rancher boyfriend.

It wasn’t until he urged her legs to unlock and her feet were sliding to the ground, the backs of her calves brushing the mattress, that she came back to herself. They broke apart and just stared at each other for long moments, the only sound between them the husky fall of their breaths.

God…he was sexy. His naked chest, his hair all messed up, the stubble on his jaw. The heat radiating from his body mixed with the soapy scent of his skin to form some kind of intoxicating hit of pheromones. The glitter in his eyes was full of desire and longing and absolute purpose.

Her legs suddenly weak as cotton candy, Suzanne sat on the mattress and eyed the tie of his track pants. It was dark in the room, but her night vision was in full working order, allowing her to see the prominent bulge at just the right level.

Yay for night vision!