“Kids are a lot smarter than we give them credit for. I think they probably know we’re sleeping together.”

“I guess so. And it’s not like they’re my children. I don’t know. They confuse me sometimes. I’m confused about it. About us. I don’t want to give the kids the wrong idea.”

“About us? I don’t think they’re all that concerned about what’s going on between you and me. I think they’re more involved with themselves and having a good time. Don’t worry so much about it. Besides, they’re not babies anymore, Kat. They’re practically adults.”

She sighed. “Don’t remind me.”

His eyes glittered with amusement. “I assume you’ve had the talk with them—you know, about sex.”

She pushed at his chest and freed herself. “I think they probably know more about sex than I do.”

He took her hand and tugged her toward the stairs. “Then let’s fix that.”

“Hey, I was just kidding.” But she allowed herself to get dragged along.

Though she really wasn’t all that reluctant.

Grant thought she had a lot to learn. She might not have a lot of practical experience, but she knew a lot more about sex than he might imagine.

She might as well put that book knowledge to good use.

On Grant.

TWENTY-ONE

GRANT HAD THOROUGHLY ENJOYED SPENDING TIME with Leo and Anya today.

But that meant he had to be on his best behavior, which meant keeping his hands off Katrina, and that had been damn hard to do.

Coming outside this afternoon and seeing her lounging by the pool in her bikini had been a lesson in restraint. All he’d wanted to do was put his hands—and his mouth—on her.

Now that they were alone and in his room, with the door firmly shut and locked, and the teenagers two floors below them, he intended to touch and kiss her until he had his fill, and until she got everything she wanted.

She sat at the foot of his bed, eyeing him with a mixture of wariness and expectation as he approached.

“So, Kat, tell me your fantasies. What have you been studying up on, sex-wise, that you’d like to experience.”

Her lips curved, and damn if that wasn’t one of the sexiest expressions he’d ever seen. It made her violet blue eyes smolder darker.

“I have a long list.”

“We have all the time in the world, and we don’t have to get to it all tonight. Pick something from your list.”

“How about we start in the shower—together?”

He liked where this was going.

“Sure.”

She got up, took him by the hand and led him into the bathroom.

“After all, we need to wash off all that chlorine.” She lifted her tank top off, then popped the clasp on her bra and let it fall to the floor, baring her gorgeous breasts.

“Of course.” He drew his shirt off and added it to the pile, watching her shimmy out of her shorts and underwear while he shed the rest of his clothes.

He turned on the shower, setting the water temperature, then stepped in, taking her hand and drawing her in with him. There were jets on both sides of the wall, so they were both getting wet.

Katrina tilted her head back, wetting her hair. Grant grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured some in his hand.

“Turn around.”

She did, and he slid the shampoo in her hair, coating the strands before moving back up to massage her scalp.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

What felt good was the sound of her voice as he washed her hair. Just touching her like this—even in a nonsexual way—got him hard. Slipping his fingers through every strand of her hair, rubbing his fingers across her head, everything about her turned him on.

“Rinse.”

She did, and he grabbed conditioner, coating the strands of her hair with it, rubbing it into the ends of her hair.

She half turned to look at him. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but how do you know so much about washing and conditioning a woman’s hair?”

He gave her a half smile. “I have a little sister. I got stuck babysitting now and then when she was small and had to give her a bath. Conditioner doesn’t go on the top of the head.”

She nodded. “It’s good for guys to learn these things.”

“That’s what my mom said.”

She rinsed her hair, then turned around. “Now it’s my turn.”

She soaped up her hands, and washed his hair. This was something new for him.

“I don’t think a woman has ever washed my hair—other than when I go to the hair place and they cut it.”