Grant's hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit, and Riley shattered, crying out his name as the orgasm hit her in waves.
Grant followed seconds later, burying his face in her neck, his whole body going taut before he collapsed against her.
They lay tangled together, both breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin.
"Holy shit," Riley finally managed.
Grant laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. "Yeah."
"That was?—"
"Incredible."
"I was going to say life-changing, but sure. Incredible works."
Grant lifted his head to look at her, his eyes soft. "Life-changing?"
Riley's throat went tight. She'd said too much. Revealed too much.
"Good life-changing," she said quietly.
Grant kissed her, soft and sweet. "Good life-changing for me too."
He rolled to the side, dealing with the condom, then pulled her against him, her back to his chest, his arm around her waist.
"Stay," he said quietly.
Riley's heart stuttered. "Grant?—"
"Just tonight. Stay with me tonight."
Every rational part of Riley's brain screamed that this was a bad idea. That staying meant crossing another line. That waking up in his arms would make this feel even more real.
"What about your dad?"
"He's an adult. We're adults. And my room is on the other side of the house." Grant's arm tightened around her. "Stay."
Riley knew she should go. Should leave before this felt more like what it was becoming.
But Grant's warmth was at her back, his heartbeat steady against her spine, and she was so tired of running from things that felt good.
"Okay," she whispered. "Just tonight."
Grant pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Just tonight."
Riley closed her eyes and let herself relax into him, let herself pretend—just for now—that this could be more than vacation sex that didn't count.
Just for tonight.
FOURTEEN
Grant
Grant woke up to sunlight streaming through his bedroom window and Riley Monroe in his bed.
For a moment, he just looked at her—hair spread across his pillow, face peaceful in sleep, one hand tucked under her cheek. She looked younger like this. Softer. Nothing like the guarded woman who'd walked back into his life two weeks ago insisting they could keep this fake.
There was nothing fake about last night.
