Honey playfully pushed him away with both hands against his chest, though she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "I'll see your old bedroom, but if you think I'm getting down and dirty with you in your parents' home, you can think again."
Grayson's eyes widened in mock innocence. "What? I was just giving you a compliment."
"Mmhmm." Honey raised an eyebrow, not buying his innocent act for a second. "That look in your eyes says otherwise, Mr. Taylor. I know exactly what you're thinking. I can read you like a book, you have a one-track mind."
He stepped closer again, lowering his voice to that velvet rumble that never failed to send shivers down her spine. "And what am I thinking?"
"That you'd like to christen your childhood bed with me." She kept her palm firmly against his
