“I am.” And he wasn’t so sure about being fully involved with her while still processing the domestic moment in the bathroom. “And you don’t need any more rough-housing, but I know a little trick to take care of that.”
As he spoke, he slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs. His own body heated up along with hers, but he willed his libido into submission. She had bruises in enough places so he wasn’t going to go groping at her.
Instead he stroked, watching as her eyelids fluttered closed and her teeth bit into her bottom lip. Her breath quickened as her hips moved against his hand and she whispered his name. Then she opened her eyes and stared into his with such intensity he kissed her just so she’d close them again. He wasn’t sure what she’d see.
She moaned into his mouth as she found release and then he wrapped her in his embrace and she sighed in happy contentment.
He shouldn’t hold her, he told himself. He should pat her on the ass, roll over and go to sleep. Instead he nuzzled her hair and closed his eyes. Maybe tomorrow night he’d work on putting some distance between them.
Emma pulled the covers over her face, mentally bargaining with her subconscious. If she could have another hour of sleep, she wouldn’t hit Snooze for a whole work week. Or at least not on Monday.
When Sean climbed onto the bed and stretched out next to her, though, she gave up and rolled over. And…ouch. There was that hit-by-a-Mack-truck feeling she’d been waiting for.
She opened her eyes, and then frowned. “Why are you dressed?”
“Because I got up and got dressed so I could find some coffee, but I changed my mind and I’m coming back to bed.”
“Fully dressed?”
“Yes. No shoes, though.”
It was too early to follow along with his crazy bouncing ball of logic. “Did Gram put a pot of coffee on yet?”
He groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. “Not exactly.”
“What is wrong with you this morning?”
“I just ran into your grandmother. She was sneaking into the house…in the same dress she wore last night.”
“What?” Emma sat up, aches and pains forgotten. “You caught Gram doing the walk of shame?”
“Yes, and it was awkward and now I’m going back to bed.”
She pushed his arm off his face. “What did she say?”
“She said good morning and told me she was going to take a quick shower and then start breakfast.”
“And what did you say?”
“I muttered something about taking her time and then ran like a girl.”
Emma flopped back onto her pillow and stared at the ceiling. “Wow.”
“I probably should have broken it to you better, but I’m not sure how I could have.”
She didn’t know what to say. Go Gram, a part of her was thinking, but another part wanted to hide under the covers with Sean and not deal with the fact her grandmother was currently taking a shower after doing the walk of shame. That was obviously the same side of himself Sean was currently listening to.
“We have to go down eventually,” she said. “I need coffee. And food.”
“I’ll wait here. Bring some back.”
She laughed and slapped his thigh. “If I can face her, so can you. She’s not your grandmother.”
“It was awkward.”
“I’m sure it’s awkward for her, knowing we’re having sex, but she’s an adult about it.”
That just made him cover his face with his arm again. “That’s different.”
“Why? Because she’s sixty-five?”
“No. Because, as you just said, she’s a grandmother. Your grandmother.”
“Come on. We’ll go down together.” She slid out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. “Stop making it such a big deal.”
Gram was still in the shower when they went past the bathroom on their way down the hall. They could tell because she was whistling a very cheery tune that made Sean wince.
Emma grabbed his arm and tugged him toward the stairs. “Coffee.”
They got a pot going and sat at the table in silence until enough had brewed to sneak two cups from it. Emma put the kettle on and dropped a tea bag into Gram’s mug.
The woman of the hour appeared just as it whistled, looking refreshed and cheerful. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” they both mumbled.
“Thank you for making my—what happened to your arm?”
Emma looked down at the angry-looking scrape and then tucked her arm behind her back. “I took a little spill yesterday, that’s all.”
“I told you to be careful.”
“I was. There was a chipmunk.”
Gram cast an accusing glare at Sean and he held up his hands. “Hey, don’t look at me. You’ve been in the truck with her. You know how she drives.”
“Yes, my husband taught her to drive, unfortunately.” Emma saw the fleeting shadow cross her face. “I was thinking omelets today. Maybe broccoli and cheese?”
Sean’s head slumped over his coffee cup and Emma knew she had to say something…without telling her grandmother she’d fed her own fiancé a food he hated her first night home. “Um…how about mushrooms instead?”