A/N: Let's go!

"Oh my god," she gasped, trying her best to steady her breathing. She couldn't move, and not just because he was pinning her. As she regained control of her thoughts, she began thinking of how to kick him out as soon as possible. If there was any danger of her getting attached to Kellan, this was code red. As he rolled off and settled next to her so they were facing each other on their sides, he drew her in for a kiss by placing his hand gently behind her neck and guiding her towards him. It started out innocent, a couple slow closed mouth kisses on her face and mouth. She knew she had to intervene, but soon enough it began to evolve and she couldn't deny him with his swollen red lips, bedroom eyes and sex hair. She could taste herself on him, and she had to admit, it was hot. His hands began exploring her again, running over her curves and committing them to memory. Down her ribs, the dip of her waist, over her hip and across her flat stomach, then up her torso to cup her breasts and brush the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. This man was insatiable, and was obviously gearing up for round two. She definitely couldn't cut him off now, as she was sure there wouldn't be another time, and she was way too greedy for that. She opened her eyes when his hands paused and were placed on her cheeks, and found him watching her.

"You're beautiful, Gracie Jo," he murmured as his eyes roamed her face. And there it was, the first step towards the point of no return. She felt her heart soften.

"I-" she was cut off by his mouth covering hers again, but this time he moved himself over her, supporting himself on his forearms on either side of her head as his knees nudged her legs apart so he could rest his hips between them, pressing his weight softly into her. The thought of him pushing her into the mattress was enough to make her wet again, and a moan escaped her. She felt him smile against her, and he took that as his next green light. Shifting his weight onto only his left arm, his right hand slid down her body to the heat between her thighs. He caressed her slowly and watched her eyes widen slightly and unfocus, then dipped his fingers inside, causing her to arch up against him and whisper his name. He'd never known there to be true art to pleasing a woman, just- you both get yours, hers first of course, and then it's done. But her, every reaction she had to what he was doing to her was enchanting. He felt like he could just touch her and listen to the sounds she made all day. He was mesmerized by her, but it was time to get back to business. He curled his fingers inside her, hitting the magic spot until he could feel her begin to tighten around him. He then withdrew his fingers and lined himself up with her, sliding in slowly after only a moment's pause.

She gasped and flexed her fingernails into his biceps, watching him watch her. He had this small smile tugging at his lips as he moved in her slowly, pushing her towards another orgasm. She reveled in his handsomeness- his strong jaw with day old scruff, dimpled chin, perfect lips, straight nose, blue gray eyes with incredibly long and thick lashes, full arched eyebrows, and the hair. She had to. She brought her hands up to his hair again, slowly running her hands through it, occasionally scraping her nails along his scalp. Her name tumbled from his lips, and it sent her over the edge. Her orgasm overcame her, sending rolling shockwaves through her entire body, from the center out to her fingertips.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned as his own exploded inside her receiving body. He shivered with the aftershocks, then layed down next to her when the tremors had stilled.

"I'm sorry, Rob," she whispered.

"For what?" He turned his head to face her. He could see the tears threatening to overflow her eyes. His brow drew down in worry. He couldn't resist to reach out and cup her cheek, his thumb caressing under her eyes, ready to catch the water should it spill.

"You have to go," she said, her voice shaky as she tried to blink back her tears.

"What? Why? Not when you're-" His eyes searched her face frantically.

"I get emotional after sex- attached. And that was on the border to something else besides an amazing fuck, and I can't risk anything. You can't either," she admitted, her breath shuddering. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. She was already two steps into something over her head.

"Gracie Jo, listen," he said quietly, moving closer to her. "I know you're right, our night has been bordering something else, and I'm there with you. But I can't ignore what's going on between us, because there's something. I know we just met but, fuck, I can't ignore it," he said, gently swiping his thumb under her eye, forcing the tear to fall onto his thumb. He moved his hand away to wipe it on the blankets and sat up. "I can't," he finished, turning to look at her behind him. It broke his heart that they were two days into knowing each other, just had their first amazing sex, and already she's crying? Why did he feel like a heavy weight in his chest was trying to get him to cry too? He knew she was right, as much as he wanted to disagree. He shook his head and rose from the bed and made his way to his clothes before he turned and looked her straight in the eye. "I'm going to tell you now Gracie Jo, that I will come to you again." She could only nod as he dressed in his pants and threw his shirt on inside out, not caring. "Good night, Gracie Jo," he said as he opened the door.

"Good night, Rob," she called before the door clicked quietly closed. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and redress, then turned off the light and checked her phone. Still nothing from Holly. She checked the time. She should be done with work by now. Why hadn't she called or texted after what she'd sent earlier? She texted Holly again.

Hey.

She lay in bed waiting, staring at the dark ceiling. Nothing.

Well, maybe she's getting laid too, Gracie Jo thought with a smile. She sent one last text.

It was life altering, we're going to do it again, and I'll call you tomorrow.

After hitting send, she set her phone on the night stand next to her and snuggled down into her blankets, drifting off to sleep.

Rob made sure he was the first one up between him and Kellan. He listened against Kellan's door and was pleased to discover his soft snoring. He tilted an ear down the steps, and heard pots and pans clatter softly and the aroma of coffee hit his nose. He grinned, then quickly decended the stairs two at a time. He stopped at the archway of the kitchen, just to watch her again. His eyes roamed over her- her hair pulled back into a half pony tail, and a cute little green sundress that flaired at her waist as she faced the stove. He sauntered over to her, his thumbs hooked in his jeans front belt loops and made himself comfortable with his back against the counter to her right.

"Morning, Gracie Jo," he said quietly with a smile.

She glanced over at him with a smile on her lips, then returned to mixing her batter. "Morning."

He pushed away from the counter and positioned himself behind her, threading his arms around her waist and settling his chin on her left shoulder as he inhaled her deeply. She smelled fantastic. Dark vanilla with a touch of woodsy musk.

"I can't seem to keep my hands off you. It's like my hands are magnetized to your glorious body," he said softly, kissing her shoulder. "French toast for breakfast?"

"Yeah, with cinnamon swirl bread."

"Sounds delicious. You look fantastic, by the way."

"Thank you," she said, trying not to read too much into what he was saying. He was probably sweet talking her to get under her skirt again, and nothing more, she tried to convince herself.

"Welcome." His hands began to embolden themselves, and rested on her hips for a beat before skimming up her ribs and over the side of her breasts to her shoulders, where he slid his hands down her arms to her hands and back. "You know, last night was amazing," he said, whispering into her ear. He noticed goose bumps race down her arms, and smiled. "Can I see you again tonight?"

She sighed quietly. "Rob, I would love to, but I'm still recovering from last night. Tonight isn't enough for me to distance myself properly," she said quietly, then turned to face him. His eyes were searching hers, and he was so close. "Two nights in a row..." she trailed off. She watched him nod once. Was that determination in his eyes? Shit.

"I understand. Last night was a lot to process, so I'll give you some more time." He gave her a soft smile, and brought his hands up to cup her face, eyes roaming her face, then settling on her parted lips. She watched him begin to lean in, but he froze when they heard footsteps on the staircase. He leaned in and stole a quick kiss, then let her go to stand on the other side of the island behind them. Her mind was spinning. She turned and faced the stove, trying desperately to push her thoughts aside and do her job.

The day went by without a hitch- the guys were so exhausted by the time they came back, they were barely conscious for dinner, but she reminded them about their plans for the next day before they trudged upstairs. She was pretty sure she would have to wash their sheets as soon as she was able, as they probably didn't even bother to change before falling into their beds. She added that to her mental chore checklist for Monday. As she layed in bed, she was secretly glad they were worn out. She had the night to herself, to try and work out a game plan for the two guys, and catch up with Holly. She confirmed they would be there tomorrow, and gave extra orders about sections being empty so the guys could have some privacy.

When Gracie Jo yawned, she ended the conversation with a promise to get in touch tomorrow somehow. After setting out her clothes for the next day, she followed the guys' example and fell asleep.

A/N: Chapter Twelve brings Saturday, the guy's first full day off since arriving.