“When I found out Grandpa left me his cabin, I was numb. Then, they told me about the money, and all this guilt built up inside me. He’s dead, and now, I have a cushy little bank account to show for it. I haven’t touched it. I’ve never wanted to. So, it’s just sitting there, useless.” I take her hand in mine, lacing my fingers through hers and bringing them to my lips for a light kiss. “He might not have said it much, but I know my grandpa loved me. If he were alive today, he’d want to help out the girl who was saving my life.”

Holly visibly softens, and I can sense her resolve weakening. She nibbles her lower lip while staring down at me. I want her agreement now, so we can move on to more fun things, like me biting that lip instead.

“You’re giving me your kidney, Holly. Let me help you with a couple months’ rent. Please.”

Her shoulders fall on a sigh, and I grin at her physical surrender. “Okay. One month. That’s it. I should be back at work by then.”

Success.

I tug her hand, so she leans in close to me. Then, I pull harder until she’s spread over my chest. “Thank you.”

Her lips give a little smirk as her dark eyebrows quirk. “You’re thanking me for letting you give me money?”

“Yep.”

Finally, I capture her mouth, like I’ve wanted to do since I woke up next to her this morning.

She looked so tempting, wearing my shirt, one slim arm resting over the covers, the rest of her wrapped up tight. Instead of waking her up, I slipped out of the bed and retreated to the bathroom. In the shower, I stroked myself, massaging my hard dick as I remembered her fingers tracing over my tattoos and the way she’d gasped when I squeezed her ass. It wasn’t long before I had to brace an arm on the wall to keep myself standing as I spilled on the smooth tiles.

Maybe another guy would have tried to seduce her into easing the ache, but I meant what I said about this being more than sex. Holly’s used to flings, or booty calls as she phrased it. But, she won’t get rid of me that easily. I’m planning on weaseling my way into her heart, just like I managed to push my way into her busy schedule.

Still, taking it slow doesn’t mean I can’t touch her.

My hands roam, starting at her shoulders and then sliding down her back. She arches into me. The natural curve of her spine guides my hands to her round bottom, which fits perfectly in my palms. Gently, I grip her cheeks, loving the way Holly’s hips start pressing into me in time with each squeeze.

Kissing her in a bed probably isn’t the best idea. But I can’t seem to stop things now that they’ve started, especially when she responds eagerly. Needing to have her firmly pressed against me, I roll us until I’m situated on top of her.