“Where the hell did you come from?” I cry, slapping my left arm over my naked breasts. I drop my right hand down, still holding my phone, trying and failing to cover the kitty.
Langley’s pretty green eyes go even wider. Mouth moving like a fish, he finally blurts out the only thought he can hold in his head. “Why the hell are you naked?”
RYAN
Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh shit.
Doctor Price’s friend is standing in the middle of Compton’s kitchen bare ass naked. Fuck, she looks amazing. I’m salivating. I’m sweating.
I mean, I’ve been checking her out all day in that sexy red swimsuit. Especially when she arched back on her elbows and rubbed sunscreen all over her tits. She had her eyes closed, soaking in the sun like a mermaid on a rock. Not gonna lie, it gave me a semi. I had to pretend I wanted to swim just to go dunk my head in the cold water.
Now she’s standing here, looking like my every dream. Her auburn curls spill around her face and down her back. Her shoulders are bright pink, burned from the sun. So are her freckled cheeks. The tip of her nose is shiny and red. I bet if I touched her skin, I’d feel the sun’s heat trapped inside her, burning just beneath the surface.
I let my eye trail down. Her tits are so large and full, the skin around her nipples ivory and unblemished, fading to the softest blush pink. And she has two perfect buds. I could suck the life out of her, bringing her to orgasm with just my tongue. Don’t even get me started on the wide set of her hips, the thick curve of her thighs. She’s squeezing them together, as if that could hide her pussy from me.
Nice try, gorgeous.
Tess…that’s her name. Short. Sweet.
Tess Owens, Doctor Price’s best friend.
Shit.
Reality comes screaming back to me as I realize I’m still standing in Compton’s kitchen, holding an armful of chips, staring at my team doctor’s naked best friend. I’m not just staring. I’m scheming, imagining what I’d do to her with my tongue, my hands—
She slaps an arm over her breasts and drops a hand to cover her pussy. “Where the hell did you come from?” she cries.
My pulse races as I tear my gaze away. “Why the hell are you naked?”
Thank God, she’s just as flustered as I am. “Seriously, is there a portal opening back there? Are you some kind of ninja?”
“I used the back door,” I call.
“Well, get back in the pantry and let me find a towel or something,” she says.
I turn sharply, ready to obey, and my elbow slams into the doorjamb. “Ouch—fuck—” The bags of chips slip from my arms and drop to the floor. Ignoring them, I slap a hand over my eyes like I’m twelve. Only problem is now I can’t see, and I slam my damn face right into the side of Compton’s pantry. “Ouch—shit—” Pain lances my nose as I reel back.
“Oh god,” she gasps. “Are you alright?”
“Ouch,” I groan, stepping back and crunching a bag of chips in the process.
“Langley, are you—you’re bleeding!”
I drop my hand away from my face and yep, there’s blood on my palm. “Uh…it’s fine,” I say, tipping my head back, squeezing the bridge of my nose.
She rushes around the kitchen island. “Hold on,” she calls.
I tip my head down and spy the round curves of her perfect ass as she bends over the sink. She’s got the cutest little dimples, her back sloping, boobs swaying as she reaches for the sink handle and turns it off.
I tip my head back, quickly averting my eyes as she hurries forward.
“Here,” she says, handing out a dish cloth soaked in water. “Are you okay?”
I look down at it, then at her, trying to keep my gaze above her chest. “Uhh…why don’t you use it?”
She laughs, holding up the dish rag. “Cuteness, what do you expect me to do with this? Make a nipple hat?”
Yep, and now I just looked at her nipples again. I groan, tipping my head back again.
She steps closer, holding it out again. “Just take it. We need to clean up that face.”
With a sigh, I take it, wiping it under my nose, holding my bridge with the other hand. “Look, I don’t mean to pry,” I say. “But why are you naked in Compton’s kitchen?”
She smiles, crossing her arms over her chest. It helps a little, hiding her nipples away.
“I’m staying here,” she replies. “And I didn’t expect anyone else to be here. You were all at the beach. Why are you in Compton’s kitchen?”