Unfortunately that wasn’t the only reason why sleep was totally elusive. The way Emma had felt in his arms had been far too delicious, far too enticing, for him to simply brush it out of his mind. Add in to that the way she’d put an end to it without having time to give a proper explanation and every nerve in his body was on full-scale alert, his arousal refusing to stand down even in her absence. And, as interruptions went, needy family crises just about ticked his worst possible box. His stomach lurched between desire for her and the more rational desire to run a mile. It was bad enough to be in the middle of a huge family event when the last thing you wanted to be reminded of was the fact that you couldn’t actually do family. He’d thought he was holding his own on that front pretty well, but now family complications were seeping in at every turn and he couldn’t think of anything worse... Somewhere in the small hours, after he’d finally given up on her returning to the room—not that it had made any change to his sleepless state—there was a soft click as the door opened.
