A flush spreads up his neck as he tucks his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans. “I like to keep my mind busy.”
“You read all those in the last few weeks?” There must be at least fifty books spread around the space.
He nods.
“Wow.”
His gaze flicks over me. “Do you need any help grabbing the rest of the stuff?”
“Be careful what you volunteer for.”
“It’s not like I have anything else to do.”
Cal spends the next hour helping me carry over boxes and bags full of stuff. By the time we’re done, the guesthouse’s entire living room floor is covered with toys. The kitchen cabinets spill with groceries and cooking tools, and the bedrooms are crammed with our personal items that we didn’t want to risk leaving behind, including my vibrator that I hid in my nightstand. No way was I leaving that around for some random guy to find.
Cal disappears while I do my best to make Cami’s new room look homey with her princess comforter, butterfly lamp, and LED lights.
By the time I’m done, I need to pee. I open the bathroom door closest to Cami’s room only to get yelled at by my kid, who sits on the toilet claiming she has a tummy ache. Taking her off the toilet after that warning is no longer an option.
Light spills out from underneath the crack of the second bathroom located at the end of the hall. I turn the knob, but the door doesn’t open.
“Give me a second.” The door muffles Cal’s deep voice.
The door opens, and a cloud of steam billows around Cal, who stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a white towel. He is so focused on wrapping it around his waist that he doesn’t notice my tongue falling out of my mouth.
I don’t know where to look. Although his bulging traps are tempting, I quickly become distracted by his glistening abs that lead straight toward the muscles pointing like an arrow toward his cock. He isn’t even hard, but I can make out the shape of him from beneath the terrycloth material.
The man was created by God to fulfill every woman’s fantasy.
More like yours.
The faraway sound of Cami’s tablet pushes me into action.
“Get in there.” I push him back into the bathroom and shut the door behind us.
“What’s wrong?” He trips over his feet before catching himself on the counter.
I rip a second towel off the shelf before slapping him in the face with it. “Cover all that up before you go outside again.”
“Cover this? What for?” His lips twitch as he runs his hand along the curves and divots of his abdominal muscles.
“There is a child here!” I whisper-shout.
“Relax. I’m just joking with you.” He reaches for the towel and covers his upper body until he resembles a mummy. “All better?” He looks ridiculous with the way his wet hair flops in front of his face.
“Not even remotely.” I throw a damp hand towel over his face. “There. All better.”
He pulls it off with a laugh. “Sorry about that. I forgot about Cami staying here.”
“Oh, so if it’s just me, then it’s okay to walk around in only a towel?”
“If it were just you, I’d lose the towel altogether.” He winks.
My mouth waters at the image of him doing just that.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His husky voice makes my belly heat.
“No.” I notice my nose twitching too late.