Grayson helped Honey redress, his movements surprisingly gentle after the intensity of their encounter. He smoothed her skirt, buttoned her blouse, his fingers lingering against her skin with each motion. There was something deeply intimate about being dressed by the same hands that had just brought her to ecstasy, a tenderness that made her throat tighten with emotion.

"You're beautiful," he murmured as he helped arrange her copper hair, his fingers combing through the silky strands. "I can't ...