My blood rushed to my face and spread out to all my sensitive spots, making them pulse with heat and desire. I ran my hand up the small valley between her breasts and brushed my fingertips over her soft cleavage. Most of our previous make-out sessions were over our clothes, in the back seat of my car, and in the dark. This was new. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her closer to my mouth. “Is this okay?”

“Definitely okay,” she said.

I ran my tongue alongside the hem of the top before she got frustrated and pulled the material to the side. I didn’t hesitate. Her skin was hot against my mouth. Chill bumps spread over her skin and her nipple hardened as I kissed my way over to one breast. I held back a moan when I felt the softness and hardness on my tongue for a hot moment before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I went too far,” I said.

“No, Sutton. Your dad’s home. I just heard the garage door open.”

She scrambled back into the bathroom and I raced to the kitchen on wobbly legs. I opened the refrigerator as though looking for a snack.

“Hey, kiddo. I thought for sure you’d be at Max’s party by now,” Dad said.

“Parker’s changing into her swimsuit now. I’m just hungry.” Food was the last thing on my mind. I pulled out a bowl of grapes. “How was your golf excursion?”

He was in a school district fundraiser to collect scholarship money for students who otherwise wouldn’t be able to attend college. I was proud of myself for sounding and acting normal when my body tingled with desire.

“It was good. We came in second, but we raised about five thousand dollars.”

“Dad, that’s amazing.” I dialed it down when I realized I sounded a bit too enthusiastic. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“I’ll fix the sink in the utility room, and probably take a nap. It’s been a long day.” We both turned when we heard footsteps. “Hi, Parker,” he said.

I could only grin and blush.

“Hi, Mr. McCoy. How was golf?” She had slipped back into her shorts and T-shirt and looked as innocent as she did when she first got here, even though she wasn’t. We weren’t. My cheeks flamed at the memory of what just happened in my room.

“It was fun but I’m tired. Have fun at Max’s. I’m going to take a shower.” He kissed me on my forehead and left the kitchen.

I stared at Parker.

She smiled shyly at me. “That was close,” she said.

That was everything. It was perfect. She was perfect. Every part of me fluttered when our eyes met.

“That was amazing,” I said.

The tension left her shoulders as she walked over to me. “Your dad has terrible timing.”