“You’re sure?”
“Positive!” Panicked, I listened through the door, and when I heard nothing, I turned around, facing Brett. He’d gotten up from the bed.
And was gloriously naked.
His length hung heavy, thick and veiny. I’d been intimidated as hell by him last night, and his dick had been a huge part of that.
But then the rest of him.
Golden perfection, hard and chiseled everywhere he needed to be. A pair of thick thighs pulsed with muscular definition. This guy obviously worked out and frequently. He literally looked like Thor without the hammer, his fingers coming up and curling in his feathered hair. “Your, um… parents, I’m guessing.”
“Parents?” My lips parted in a daze with my sigh
t on that body in front of me.
His smile righted. “Yeah. Downstairs.” He pointed a finger in that direction. “Should we do something…”
Oh, fuck!
Groaning, I gathered all his things. Like all his stuff from his shoes and shirt to his jeans. I threw the lot at him, but couldn’t find his boxers.
Where the hell are his boxers?
“Er, um.” Like he knew, he tugged them off my My Little Pony lamp.
If I could physically die in that moment, I would have.
A smile and he was bunching them up with the rest of his stuff. “I’m assuming I need to leave now.”
God, did I not want him to, but gathering a sleep shirt and a pair of shorts I’d worn the other night, I knew he needed to. I found my sports bra too and tugged all three on. “Yeah, and I’m so sorry.”
“It’s cool. So, um…” He gazed around, but when I pointed toward the window his eyes widened. “Wait. The window?”
I mean, I hadn’t tried it, but I figured it was possible. Mom liked to do gardening work out there when she was actually home. There should be some vines up the wall he could climb down…
A hand grappled my waist, like nearly my entire waist with how big it was. A cool smile and Brett was pressing his naked body up against me. He still hadn’t put his clothing on so I felt basically every inch of him.
“Cleo, I haven’t climbed out of a girl’s window since high school,” he said, so tempting. He buried his face in my hair. I hadn’t cut it in a while and the soft brown waves basically sat at my butt. He bunched it. “Can we do a little better than that?”
Oh, we could do way better, and that consisted of us hopping back in that bed while he made me melt. In fact, he dropped the clothes between us, his stuff hitting the floor, and when he brought both arms around me, I thought that’s exactly where we were headed.
That was until steps hit the hallway.
A heavy cadence, my dad, before a fist tapped on the other side of my door.
“Honey, you coming down?” Another tap. “We’ve obviously ruined the surprise, but we came home early.” A light chuckle. “We wanted to see you.”
Well, I was definitely surprised, and under any normal circumstances, I would have wanted to see them. Since Dad was a congressman, they were basically never home, my mom the same since she worked for him. That’s how they’d met, inseparable since. It’d been a surprise when they told me they were getting married but a happy one.
“We brought danishes for you too, sweetheart.”
My heart would warm had I not had a naked boy up against me, a boy whose gaze shot toward the door the moment my dad’s voice drifted inside.
And what a simmer it held.
Brett’s hand literally curled around my waist at the presence of my dad, his entire body stiff and rigid. The appearance of my father obviously bothered him, as it should because that was my dad on the other side of the door. My adoptive father had always been pretty laid-back, but at the end of the day, the man raised me, had been in my life since I was eleven, and I was his little girl. I was still that even at twenty-two and about to be a senior in college. Dad wouldn’t be happy Brett was in here at all, and I shoved Brett out of his stupor.
“You have to go,” I whisper-growled, picking up his stuff and nudging him toward the window. He stood solid, an impenetrable landmass, and my heart raced inside my chest. “What are you doing?”