Yeah, because that wouldn’t be a totally shitty thing to do.
Maybe I can just let her know if she ever needs to talk to me about anything, I’m here.
That’s it. I’ll do that. I’ll knock on the door, tell her breakfast is ready, ask her what time she wants to leave to go to Farmington, and subtly mention that I’m here for her.
Easy.
I lift my hand to the door, and suddenly see a flash of Mia’s face from last night.
The look on her face. She was completely zoned out. Somewhere else. And the way she bit into her lip … I have honestly never seen anything like it.
I’m not afraid to admit that seeing her like that frightened the shit out of me.
What could have made her get that way?
I’m guessing things are way worse for her then I’d first thought. More than just the douche ex giving her that black eye.
I got that when she said she was beyond help and ran out of the kitchen like her feet were on fire.
In that moment, I wanted to go after her. Help her. I almost did. But I stopped myself.
Why? Because I knew if I did, I would be crossing the line into something else.
I would be getting in deep with her.
I don’t do deep. I can’t do deep.
Fucking? Yes.
Touchy feely? Huge no-no.
I back up, lean against the wall and drive my hands through my hair.
I’m exhausted. I hardly slept last night. I had Dozer and his broken leg in bed with me, leaving me with an inch of mattress to sleep on. My lack of sleep had absolutely nothing to do with Mia’s freak out last night. I might have thought about it a few times. But not much. I was just trying to figure out what her fuckhole of an ex could have put her through. And all thinking about it did was rile me up.
So then I thought happy Mia thoughts.
I thought about having sex with her in multiple different ways. And I imagined what those sweet lips of hers would feel like to kiss.
How she would taste.
How all of her would taste…
Her skin…
Her tight, hot pussy…
Fine. I spent all of my night either worrying about Mia, or thinking about all the ways I want to do her.
Mia was on my mind all goddamn night.
Happy?
Cause I’m fucking not.
Fuck this shit.
I push off the wall, arm raised with the purpose of banging on the door, when Mia suddenly opens it.
“Shit!”
“Jesus!”
My arm is still raised mid-air, and my heart is pounding like a motherfucker.
Mia’s eyes are on my raised arm, her breaths coming in quick, chest heaving.
Fuck, her tits look great in that top.
And I’m staring.
Eyes avert. I lower my arm to my side.
“Sorry,” I say at the same time as she does.
I lift my eyes to hers and grin. Her eyes smile at me.
“I just—”
“I was—”
She laughs.
The sound is so fucking sexy.
I want her. I can honestly say I have never wanted anything more in my life than her. My cock is throbbing. It’s a pleasure/pain thing.
Pleasure at the sight of her.
Pain that he can’t get in her.
I think he’s dying of thirst. He needs to bathe in the fountain of Mia.
Am I experiencing sexual frustration? Shit … I think I might be. So this is what it’s like. It’s pretty torturous. How the hell do monks survive? I know for a fact that I’m not going to last much longer without getting laid.
“You go.” She gestures.
What?
Oh yeah, we were talking. Kind of.
I push my hands in my pockets and shift on my feet. “I just came to let you know breakfast is ready, and also to see what time you wanted to head out to Farmington?”
“You still want to go with me?” She looks surprised.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Her eyes drop to her feet.
I follow her gaze down, wishing her legs weren’t covered in denim right now. I see she’s wearing a pair of flip-flops and that her toenails are painted pink.
Is it strange that the sight of her feet is turning me on?
Yeah, well if it is, I don’t care. I want to push her back onto the bed, take those flip-flips off, then her jeans, and lick my way down her sexy instep, all the way up those gorgeous legs until I reach home.
“Because … well, uh…” Her soft voice pulls me back to her. “Because of last night.”
I frown. I can’t help it. “Nothing’s changed.” Everything’s changed. “Last night … it’s your business. If you want to talk about it, I’m here. If not…” I lift my shoulders. “I’m still here.”
Jesus, could I sound any more like a woman? I’ll be growing a vagina if I keep this shit up.
A smile touches the corners of her lips.
Our eyes catch, and I almost flinch from the pang that flashes across my chest.