As Jarrett’s breathing evened out, she closed her eyes and hugged him. Her chest ached. He wouldn’t give her his phone number—she better stop fooling herself. After he left, she’d never see him again. Maybe that was for the best? Though she would always treasure this night, she didn’t need Jarrett in her life. Her heart couldn’t trust him.
Chapter Four
Marissa jolted awake. Oh, no. The rumbling of an engine from somewhere outside quickened her pulse. Daylight streaked through the Venetian blinds, heralding a reality she didn’t want to face. How could she have overslept? The fire in the hearth had long died out, but the heat blowing from a nearby vent slicked sweat on her skin. Or was that her nerves hitting the red zone? As she shifted, the large arm wrapped around her tightened. Jarrett was still here? She gripped his hand, savoring the roughness of his skin, and pushed him back.
“Morning, beautiful.”
His deep timbre rolled through her and puckered her nipples. Not now, girl. He spooned her from behind and gently grasped her shoulder to turn her toward him. The sleepy, satisfied smile curling his lips stole her breath.
A car door slammed, then two more.
She shot to her feet and dragged up the blanket to cover herself. “Damn it, Jarrett. Get up. We have company.” She hurried around the room to grab their clothing.
“Ah, it’s the neighbors. Come here. I need another round.” He grabbed his semi-hard cock and stroked it.
She yanked her blouse off a chair. “Now. I think it’s your parents.”
“What?” He scrambled to his feet as she tossed him his jeans.
The front door banged open. “Mom!” Jason rushed down the hall and stomped upstairs.
Harold and Linda whispered among themselves as they entered and shut the door. Tension shot up like a wall of ice as they froze at the open doorway of the living room. Their jaws almost hit the floor as their eyes bugged out.
Marissa clutched her clothes to her chest and flushed so hot her face surely beamed crimson. At least Jarrett zipped his jeans in time.
“Mom, where are you?”
Marissa winced as his little footsteps thudded down the stairs.
Linda pivoted and blocked Jason’s path into the room. “Honey, go back to the van and get my scarf. You might have to search for it.”
“Why? You’re inside. You don’t need it.”
“Do as I say. Go.” Linda ushered Jason back outside, then returned. She pointedly stared at Marissa and Jarrett. “Dress. He won’t search for long.” Linda pulled her frowning husband to the porch.
Jarrett tugged on his sweater and shoved his feet in his boots.
