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bedroom to find out who was sneaking around the house.  Never would he have imagined that it was Scarlett.  In his shirt! 
    And she looked hot!  Her long, slender legs were poking out the bottom and she hadn’t buttoned it up high enough on top.  He could see the curve of her breast, the shadow of her cleavage.  Damn, she smelled good!  Hell, she always smelled good. 
    “You couldn’t sleep,” he repeated, his mind trying to figure out what that really meant because the words weren’t sinking in.  Not with Scarlett in his arms, practically naked.  And smelling better than anything he’d ever smelled before! 
    “I couldn’t sleep,” she whispered.  She could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples puckering as she pressed against his hard, muscular chest.  She could smell the musky, masculine scent of him and the toothpaste he’d used.  His hair was still damp and…oh, that chest! 
    When her hands fluttered around then slowly settled onto his bare skin, she tested movement, feeling the warmth under the steel of his muscles.  He was real, she thought.  His skin was warm and amazing.  Her fingers moved again, feeling the slight layer of dark hair and that felt even better. 
    She wasn’t aware of her hips moving, shifting to accommodate him better.  But she was desperately aware of his erection, of the way it pressed into her belly.  From what she could feel, that thing about big feet…it was true! 
    “Grayson,” she whispered his name, her body shifting once again, her fingers moving along his skin.  He hadn’t moved an inch except for his hands tightening on her waist. 
    She looked up at him, could barely see his eyes but she knew that they were a deep brown, so special and so amazing.  They saw everything. 
    “Would you…” she hesitated, unable to say the words that would bring his head down. 
    Grayson heard the strange sound in her voice and his body hardened even more.  Could Scarlett possibly want him as much as he wanted her?  Impossible.  But then her hips shifted again.  He felt her fingers move lower on his chest. 
    All the signs were there, but he still didn’t move.  He didn’t release her, but he didn’t react to the signs that, with any other woman, would have told him to lift her into his arms and make love to her.  Not Scarlett.  She didn’t think of him that way. 
    And yet, her fingers moved again.  He caught the look underneath those long, dark eyelashes even in the dim light from the moon outside the window. 
    With a growl, he bent his head, testing the signals.  He wouldn’t kiss her.  Not like he wanted to.  But just a chaste kiss.  A kiss on her cheek.  A brotherly kiss, he promised. 
    She moved her head, catching that kiss on her lips.  He didn’t move for a long moment but then her lips shifted under his.  He felt that.  For perhaps a fraction of a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe.  But when her lips touched his, moving underneath his, he couldn’t hold back.  For too long, he’d fantasized about this woman, about the way she would feel in his arms.  And as he lifted her up, he realized that she felt even better. 
    He kissed her all the way back to his bedroom, not letting her think long enough to change her mind.  This was Scarlett!  And she was kissing him back!  The most beautiful woman in the entire world was kissing him and he was starving for this kiss.  He laid her down on his bed, still kissing her.  Resting his weight on his elbows, he kissed her until he felt her shift underneath him, her legs lifting up to cradle his erection against her heat.  He groaned as he reveled in that damp heat but he still wouldn’t stop kissing her. 
    But then her hands moved against his chest and he couldn’t control the raging desire.  It was too much.  It was so much better than all of his fantasies.  She was here, in his arms and she was kissing and touching him. 
    With deft fingers, he tore the material away