“So did I,” he said, shutting his eyes briefly as she traced the pads of her fingers over each of his lids.

“Yeah, but you’ve been working like a dog for the last two days.”

He shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

Something Grady had said earlier came back to her, and Suzanne dropped her hand. “I didn’t plan this, Grady. I hope you know that.”

“I know.” His fingers stroked up her middle, from her belly button all the way to her mouth, brushing along her bottom lip. His touch was light, but she felt it everywhere. “It just happened.”

“Yeah,” she acknowledged. “I guess we should probably talk about that.”

Like they should have the first time they’d hit the sheets together.

“Probably.” His fingers slid down her throat to play in the hollow at the base. “But honestly…right now I’d rather just spend the next however many hours we have making you come as many times as possible. The blizzard will be over soon enough and reality will intrude, including all the reasons why you and I doing this is a bad idea. So I’d rather not have to think about them now. I’d rather show you that it’s not just my hands I’m good with.”

Suzanne swallowed at the blatant imagery he’d invoked. The man sure knew how to negotiate. But this was classic avoidance and 100 percent the Grady she’d come to know. The guy who didn’t talk or dwell or analyze anything that couldn’t be changed. Who didn’t look back. Who moved forward. Who got on with things.

Just like he would when she left.

“You should use words more often,” she teased, a smile nudging her mouth because whether he was indulging in his usual avoidance or not, if all she went back to New York with was this one night, then it was better than some people got in a whole lifetime. “You’re good at them.”

He chuckled. “I prefer actions.”

His hand slid to her breast, and her nipple hardened beneath the stroke of his fingers. He followed it up with the hot, wet suck of his mouth, and Suzanne arched her back and surrendered to him as he kissed and nibbled and sucked all the way down her body, teasing her map-of-Texas birthmark with his tongue before settling between her legs and licking right along her center, causing Suzanne to moan so deep and sonorous, she wouldn’t have been surprised had a pod of whales come crashing through the front door.

And when she climaxed, which she did so damn quickly, the wild nonsensical mutterings falling from her mouth were so foreign, they might as well have been Portuguese. But she was barely conscious of them as she buried her fingers in his hair and rode his tongue all the way until the end, until she was gasping and panting in the aftermath.