“I…” he trailed off, his gravely low voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I played offense as well as defense, and I noted the second his guard went up. His eyes shuttered, and he fisted his hands at his sides. If I didn’t say something, he’d push me even further away. Even back out of driving me.
“Now we’re even.” I arched a brow, hoping my flushed face wasn’t showing vulnerability. I slid the dildo out of me and stood up, loving how he sucked in a deep breath at my nudity. I grabbed a silk robe from the closet and covered myself. “I saw you, and you saw me.”
“You said my name.”
“I know.” I walked up to him, my legs shaking from the impact of the orgasms. He might not have given them to me, but he’d helped. “I wanted to get my horniness out of my system before we left together.”
He breathed like he sprinted up the stairs, and he hadn’t moved a single body part since he fell against the dresser. The guy was a statue. Except for his eyes, those gave the flurry of emotions away.
“You moanedmyname,” he said, each syllable drawn out in his deep growly voice.
“We established that, yes.” I crossed my arms, the post-orgasm glow fading as Luca remained there, unmoving with his tone sharpening. “This isn’t new, Luca. We’ve admitted we’re attracted to each other.”
His jaw clenched.
“We can’t… I can’t…” He gulped, running a hand over his face as he let out a huge groan. “I’m sorry I walked in on you. This was wrong.”
I arched my brows, something ugly plucking down the back of my spine. “Wrong? What do you mean bywrong?”
“I stayed. I should’ve left. You’re… Dean’s sister.”
Anger flared. “I know who I am, thank you. Not sure what my family has to do with the fact you watched me get off, but whatever.” I shook my head and gripped the tie of my robe to do something with my fingers. “I should get dressed before we drive together, and honestly, you should do something about that.” I jutted my chin to the press of his cock against his sweats.
He cleared his throat, not bothering to hide his reaction. “Lorelei—”
Footsteps thudded outside my room; a familiar whistle sounded. “Monroe, you stole my sweatshirt by accident.”
Dean.
Luca’s eyes turned so wide they were like two large olive pizzas at this point. I pointed behind the door, and Luca quietly fit there. Since the door was already cracked, Dean would surely ask me if I saw Luca.
My pulse hammered against my ribs, and it was like Dean’s presence doused me with freezing cold water.What was I doing?Teasing Luca like that? My skin heated, and my stomach twisted with regret. I’d crossed a line…but he did too. He’d stayed and watched.
“Monroe?” Dean was right outside my door, tapping the doorframe.
I moved toward my frame, putting me six inches away from Luca’s body. He stood rigid, panicked, and a part of me felt bad for him. He cared about the team so much, and this might’ve jeopardized that even a little bit.
“I haven’t heard him.”
“Ah, damn.” Dean faced me, his frown growing. “Okay, I’ll text him or something.”
“Nice stats last night,” I said. Did I stream the game? Yes. Was it for my brother? No. School spirit? Also no. It was to watch Luca.
“Thanks, Lo.” He sighed and walked to the stairs. “Hey,” he said, not quite turning around. “I’m glad you and Luca are becoming friends. I never expected that to happen, but it makes sense.”
“Oh?” A warm and gooey feeling enclosed around my heart. “Why do you say that?”
I swore Luca tensed even more next to me.
“He doesn’t let a lot of people in, and we’re protective of him. His family life… well, he has to work twice as hard. He’s been smiling more since you moved in, which trust me, I don’t get it because you generally suck as a human, but what I’m trying to say is thank you.”
My breath faltered.Act chill.“There was an insult in there too.”
“I can’t be nice to you. It’s in the sibling handbook to compliment and insult at the same time.”
I snorted. “Right, duh. Chapter seventeen.”
