This is not a good idea, Jules thought.

Not that it mattered, because she wasn’t about to stop what she was doing.

You’re leaving town in two, maybe three days, and then you’ll be miserable, she thought. Better to not do this.

Already, she was moving onto her knees, Seth’s hand warm and strong on her back, pressing herself against his hard body in a way that made her whole body feel like it had just come alive.

His brother’s downstairs, she thought.

Seth’s hands hovered on her shirt, right above the waist of her jeans, and for a moment, Jules moved her lips away from his, their foreheads leaning together, both of them panting. Jules kept her eyes closed, like that would make this less real.

“This might be a bad idea,” she said. As she spoke, she traced the hard outlines of his stomach through his t-shirt, each muscular bump raising her heartbeat a few notches.

“It might be,” he said, his voice low and teasing, with a hungry note she’d never heard before. “After all, I barely know you.”

“Hey, that’s supposed to be my line,” Jules said.

One of Seth’s fingers found the place where her shirt rode up by a centimeter, the skin on her back exposed, and he ran his fingertip against it. Warmth flooded Jules’s body, and she could feel her rational thought processes shutting down, one by one.

She was pretty sure that if Seth were doing this purely for his own profit, he wouldn’t look at her quite like that.

Besides, there was no way she was going back to the horrible RV when this was here.

“As long as it’s established that we’re not being smart right now,” she said, leaning her hips into him, inviting his hand to move along the skin of her back, under her shirt.

“Not even a little,” he agreed.

Jules kissed him and reached for the top button of her own shirt, moving quickly down the line of buttons until the whole front was open, and almost immediately, Seth had pushed it off of her shoulders, tossing it somewhere in the attic with a growl.

“Hey, I have to find that later,” she gasped as he kissed her jawline, then nibbled the delicate skin down her neck and to her collarbone, making her eyes slide shut in pleasure.

Seth just shrugged, one hand tight around her ribcage, the other still on her back, his mouth at the hollow of her throat. Jules heard someone heave a deep sigh of pleasure, only to realize that it was her.

Moments later, her bra was off, and she yanked it off of her arms, throwing it behind her as Seth moved his mouth to her rosy, pebbled nipples, swiping his tongue along one as Jules gasped.

“You should be quiet,” Seth said, his voice low and gravelly. “My little brother’s asleep downstairs.”

“Shut up,” she gasped, and Seth chuckled for a moment before closing his teeth around her nipple and biting, just barely.

Jules’s back arched. By now she was on the attic’s cool wooden floor, Seth on top of her as he licked and sucked at her nipples. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hips. The feel of his bulk between her legs, even if she was still clothed, made her a little dizzy with anticipation.

What the hell is happening? She thought. This is so fast.

Is it? Part of her whispered back. I’m pretty sure you wanted to do this yesterday, the first time he kissed you.

She tugged his shirt over his head and Seth got up on his knees, tossing it to the side, and hesitated for a moment.

Jules thought he might have the most perfect body she’d ever seen, and for a moment she was totally speechless. The only thought in her mind was I want.

Then he reached for the waistband of her jeans and pulled her even closer to him, and Jules squealed, just a little.

“Shh,” Seth said with a grin.

Then he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them down to her hiking boots along with her underwear.

“Shit,” Jules said, laughing at her pants stuck against her boots, the rest of her totally naked.

“I was almost so smooth, too,” said Seth, as he yanked at the laces of her boots. Moments later, they were off, thumping against the floor as he tossed them, her pants following in a heap, and before Jules could blink his lips were on her belly, then her belly button, then the inside of her upper thigh, his hands pushing her legs apart, her knees over his shoulders.

“You don’t have to—” she started to say, and then Seth’s tongue slid along her with an intensity that made her gasp and shudder, her back arching again.

She could swear she felt him grin, but then his tongue began making slow circles around her, teasing at her lips and channel, then flattening against her nub.

It took all of Jules’s self control not to grab Seth’s hair as he licked at her, each stroke of his tongue driving her higher and higher, her body responding to him like she’d never felt it respond to anything before.

“Seth,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, about to pass that point of no return.

He didn’t respond, but circled her clit with his tongue, making Jules claw her hands along the wooden floorboards.

“I’m close,” she gasped. “I’m gonna finish if you don’t stop.”

He flattened his tongue again and then swiped it across her, pressing hard against the small, sensitive nub, then did it again and again until Jules finally felt like she’d reached the edge and she was falling over it, no longer in control of her own body as the pleasure swelled throughout her, exploding as her fingers and toes curled against Seth.

Jules lay on the floor, gasping for air, waiting for the world to feel like it wasn’t tilting anymore, and then she looked down to see Seth resting his head on her belly, grinning.

“What?” she asked.

“That was so sexy,” he said.

Then he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her upright, so she was sitting on the horse blanket again. Without pausing, she kissed him again, hard, tasting herself on his lips just a little, and then reached for the button and zipper on his pants, yanking them open ferociously and reaching inside, bringing out his long, thick erection and sliding her hand from root to tip.

Seth sucked in his breath, closing his eyes. He put his hand on hers, and Jules bit her lip, feeling the fire inside herself rekindle.

Then Seth kicked off his shoes, and Jules grabbed his jeans and pulled them, tossing them across the attic and straddling him with her knees, his shaft between them as she moved in, pressing their bodies together completely, Seth sitting up against the huge, heavy trunk. His hands moved over her deftly, surprisingly gentle for being so rough and calloused.

Jules rocked against him, listening to the gasps and grunts that Seth made.

“I want you,” he growled.

She couldn’t resist any longer. Jules took his length in her hand, then raised herself on her knees, sliding the head against her wet lips, and slid herself down, letting him fill her completely as she buried her face in the nook between his head and shoulder, moaning softly.

Seth growled, and Jules began to rock back and forth gently at first, feeling him move back and forth inside of her, hitting every sensitive spot there. Gradually, she moved harder and faster, and the pressure inside her built and built.

He nuzzled her neck and then bit it, gently, making her yelp, and then he moved their foreheads together. For a moment, Jules was nearly knocked backward by the intensity of his gaze, his gold-brown eyes gleaming.

Seth held the sides of her face, moving together with her like they were one being.

“I’m close,” he whispered.

Jules just nodded and swallowed, trying to find her words.

“Me too,” she whispered, and already she could feel that white-hot sensation coming on, starting in her core and radiating outward, threatening to take over her whole body.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes,” Jules whispered, and then she bit her lip and the heat exploded through herself, swimming through her veins and taking her over completely, her forehead still against Seth’s as she writhed against him, her hips moving out of her control, the white heat flooding through her fingertips and toes until she was utterly spent. Seth growled, his hands tightening on the soft flesh of her hips and before she knew what was happening, she was on her back again, Seth over her.

He thrust inside her twice, then three times, her legs wrapped around him and then she could feel him stiffen and jerk inside her as he emptied himself, his whole body going rigid with the effort.

Then he slumped against her, and Jules realized that they were both a disgustingly sweaty mess, half-covered in attic dust to boot. She kissed the top of Seth’s head, feeling oddly possessive of him in that moment, like she never wanted to leave that attic.

After a long time, he rolled off, lying on the floor next to her, and Jules laced her fingers through his, her forehead against his shoulder. Finally, he turned toward her, kissing her on top of the head again.

“We should just go to bed,” he said. “I don’t think we’re going to find the deed up here.”

Jules threw an arm across him and snuggled in, ignoring the cool hard floor.

“You’re probably right,” she said.

When Jules woke up the next morning, she realized two things pretty quickly. One was that she wasn’t in her RV: her back didn’t hurt from the lumpy mattress, and instead of staring at an ugly ceiling, she was looking at a real wall, with real windows.

The second was that Seth had his arms wrapped around her, one leg over hers, his face buried in the back of her neck, his chest rising and falling against her back.

Jules grinned into the pillow.

Maybe if we don’t save the mesa he’ll move to Dallas with me, she thought. She didn’t particularly like Dallas, but it was where Quarcom headquarters were.

Or maybe I can quit Quarcom and get a job that isn’t evil, and we can move somewhere else, and we’ll get married and he can be a stay-at-home dad.

For just a moment, she let herself imagine Seth walking around the house, a grinning, red-haired-and-dimpled toddler holding onto his fingers as he bent over.

You might be getting a little ahead of yourself, she thought.

Behind her, Seth stirred and then yawned, wriggling his body against hers, shaking the whole bed a little.

“Morning,” he grumbled, turning over onto his back. Then he sniffed the air. “Who’s making bacon?”

Jules sniffed too, then sat up on her elbows.

“Must be Zach,” she said.

“Why isn’t he at work?”

“He’s probably still looking for the deed or something,” she said.

“I don’t think he ever sleeps,” grumbled Seth. He flung both arms over his eyes and kicked the blanket away, revealing a sculpted chest and six-pack abs.

Jules didn’t mind the view.

“Okay. I’m up,” he said, and heaved himself out of bed. “You can sleep in if you want.”

“Nah, I’m awake,” said Jules, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.