“Would you go already? They’re definitely going to know I was fucking you, now.”
My clit pulsed at his vulgarity. “God, I love the way you say that.” Biting my lip, I roved my eyes down his sexy form and that earned me another chuckle.
He slapped my ass. “Go.”
“I’m going.”
“Koti?”
I stopped at his door just as another knock landed. “Yeah?”
“It was amazing and we will be repeating that, repeatedly.”
We shared a smile before I looked toward the front door. “This is going to suck.”
He reached out and gripped my hand.
“Everyone is a glass house, it’s up to you to decide who to give the rocks to.”
I nodded.
“Go.”
“So beautiful,” I heard him whisper before I closed his door.
“So, Ian,” my father said as he sipped his beer, “my daughter failed to mention you were staying here. What brought you to St. Thomas?”
I glanced over at Ian and saw the hesitation on his face and so I gave my parents a half-truth.
“He’s a teacher, so he’s here to spend the summer prepping for his fall schedule.”
“A teacher,” my mother said perched upon one of the barstools, her golden hair slicked back into a tidy bun, her makeup flawless even after a stint in the heat. “What do you teach?”
“He’s a professor actually, he teaches linguistics,” I said on a redundant search for approval, for no other reason than I didn’t like her tone. Ian gave me a pointed look that said he didn’t need my help and I hoped he recognized the answering apology on my face.
“No need for the third-degree, Mom. We aren’t dating. He’s just staying here because we rented out the Kemp house this week.”
Her lips tightened. “I’m not giving the third degree, I’m curious.” Tension filled the air as Ian eased into conversation quickly telling them about his career.
“A former Marine. Thank you for your service,” my father added thoughtfully before he looked at me. I kept my eyes down as my mother went on, using Ian’s career success as an excuse for an unwelcome subject about my future.
“Did Koti tell you she worked as a real estate broker in New York? She was one of the best.”
“She did,” Ian confirmed as he took a sip of his beer.
“She had a huge future.”
“Mom,” I warned. She looked around the beach house she hadn’t visited in years. “It still looks the same doesn’t it, babe? Nothing’s changed. I guess our girl is safe enough here.” My father shot her daggers as he took another sip of his beer.
“Ian, I’m sure you have things to do.” With the tension thickening to choking level, I had to give him an out. “Don’t feel obligated to hang around.”
Ian didn’t move, his eyes challenged mine. Thoughts of what happened between us swirled around my newly aching head. I tried to read him but was disappointed when he flicked his eyes to my mother. “I have nothing pressing.”
“How long will you be staying?” I asked my parents as casually as I could muster, and my mother took immediate offense. Before she could open her perfectly painted lips and let words through, my dad piped in.
“Only a few days, and we’ll get a hotel tomorrow, we apologize for the intrusion.”
“It’s not an intrusion, Dad, this is your house.”