“What?”
My jaw drops.
Kyzen’s face is covered by the towel he’s ruffling through his wet hair, and his jeans are unbuttoned like he threw them on quickly to answer the door. My body grows hot as I map every inch of his tanned, shirtless chest.
I hold in my groan when his delicious V-cut disappears into his pants. I see just enough to know he doesn’t have boxers on and my fingers twitch with the desire to strip the single piece of clothing off him.
My nipples grow tight beneath my thin shirt, but I can’t find a care in the realm right now that I didn’t put a bra on.
Fuck. Is this what he felt like when I answered the door half naked?
“My eyes are up here, little goddess.”
My face flames as I whip my devouring gaze up and my mouth dries out. His smile isn’t his normal breathtaking one. Don’t get me wrong, it steals the air from my lungs, but it isn’t playful or just plain flirty.
It’s seductive, laced with countless promises.
“I…You know you’re practically naked, right?”
He throws his head back, laughing as I use his own words against him before settling that yummy smirk right on my chest.
He drags his gaze back up to my face.
“I’m aware. I threw on the first thing I grabbed when I heard the knocking. What’s your excuse?”
“I’m more comfortable without a bra on, thank you very much.”
“You’re not going to hear me complain. You have my permission, and I request that you walk around as unclothed as possible.”
I chuckle and duck to hide my blushing cheeks.
“I’m pretty sure that’d cause a danger to my health. Like your current attire is damaging my ability to think. I need to talk to everyone, so if you wouldn’t mind putting all this”—I hover my hand over his perfect abs—“away for me, I’d appreciate it.”
“Another big talk?”
“No, not a big talk. A surprise, I guess.”
“Well, Riven and I like surprises, but fair warning, Amick and Creed do not.”
“I think they’ll like this one.”
“If you say so, gorgeous. Go get them and I’ll cover my perfect body.”
Fuck, it sure is.
He shoots me a wink and goes back into his room without shutting the door. I’m tempted to follow him in, but the little tickles of feathers against the back of my neck have me moving to Amick’s door instead.
Unlike Kyzen, he answers before I can finish my first repetition of three knocks as he calls it.
To me, that’s knocking once.
I mean really, who just knocks only one time?
“Thayla.”
“Candyman. Can you come to the living room, please? I have a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
