Chapter Eleven
Jordan
I lift my hand to knock on the door, then retract it and step back.
I’m standing outside Mia’s room, wondering if I should knock on her door or not.
It’s a fairly simple act. I lift my hand. It makes contact with the wood. I knock. She opens the door.
Simple, right?
So why am I thinking it over?
Because after last night, things don’t feel so simple anymore when it comes to Mia. Not that I’ve been coasting down easy street from the moment I met her, but this is just way out of my territory.
I have no clue what to say to her. And I always know what to say to women.
I suppose, I could just act like it never happened.
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.
That shit is getting on my last goddamn nerve.
I only get it when I’m with Mia.
Maybe it’s…?
No.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Are you ready to eat now?” I blurt out.
She looks a little taken aback at my abruptness. “Yes.”
“Okay. Good.” I turn and walk down the hall.
I was short. I didn’t mean to be, and I know I’m having mood swings like a hormonal teenager, but I just can’t seem to control my emotions around her. My head is all over the goddamn place.
I hear the door click close behind me, then the gentle sound of flip-flops slapping against her feet.
The sound is like a beat inside my chest.
I’m out on the terrace before she is. It’s a warm morning, so I thought she might like to eat outside.
I set the table already. I called Paula last night and told her not to come in today. There’s not much that needs doing, nothing I can’t do myself.
It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I like being here with Mia. Alone.
Nothing at all.
“You mind if I eat with you?” I check as she takes a seat.
She’s still a guest here, and I have to remind myself of that. Even if I am letting myself get a little entwined in her life.
Her smile is a puzzled one. “No, of course not.”
“Cool.” I start to back away toward the door. “What would you like to drink?”
“Coffee would be great.”
I head in the kitchen. I have the food already on a tray, so I just add the coffee pot, cream and sugar.
“I made a few things,” I say as I come back outside. “I wasn’t sure what you would like, but last night you said you were easy to please…” I grin as I put the tray of waffles, pancakes, bacon and toast down in the middle of the table.
“You made all of this … for me?” She gulps. Her eyes are glittering.
A feeling yanks inside my chest like the pulling of puppet strings. I shift uncomfortably.
“Yeah, well, you are a paying guest.” I shrug.
Her face falls. “Yes, of course.” Her words are quiet, but they’ve affected me more than if she had yelled them at me.
I’m such a fucking idiot.
“Shit, that sounded…” I take the seat across from her. “I don’t make breakfast like this for everyone.”
Actually, I’ve never made a breakfast like this for anyone in my life before, come to think of it. I don’t do breakfast for the guests. Paula or Dad do. And if I did, they’d be lucky to get a bowl of cereal.
“You haven’t?” Her eyebrow lifts in disbelief.
“Nope. Scouts honor.” I tap two fingers to my temple.
“You were a boy scout?”
“Lasted a day.” I grin. “But it’s the truth about the food. I just broke my breakfast virginity with you.”
Her cheeks turn deep pink.
Too much?
Like I care. I want her. Bad. Fuck everything I’ve said these last few days about staying away. I can’t. I’m not holding back with her anymore. There’s something here with Mia, and I have to find out what it is.
Our gaze holds for one beat … two…
She looks away to the food. “The waffles look really yummy. Well, it all looks yummy. And the pancakes look … delicious, and the toast is…” She’s stumbling on her words. It’s cute to watch.
“Toast,” I finish for her with a chuckle.
As if on cue, her cheeks flush again. She starts to chew on the inside of her lip. Watching her do that makes my cock pulse and my heart race.
“You should eat. You missed dinner last night.” I push the tray toward her.
She pinches her lower lip between her thumb and forefinger. “I am quite hungry.”
Tentatively, she reaches out and picks up a waffle, putting it on her plate.
I sit and watch as she pours maple syrup on the waffle, then lifts it to her mouth and takes a bite. Her eyes close on the food, and the small moan that escapes her stands my guy to attention.
Fuck. Me.
It sounds exactly like the moans I spent most of last night imagining her making.
I shift in my seat, tilting my body from her view, then cross my leg over the other to hide the boner I’m now sporting.
I dig into the pancakes and start piling them up on my plate.
Dozer trots over and lies by my chair, giving me the doe eyes.
I take a pancake off my plate and give it to him. When I look up, Mia’s gazing at me with a smile.
My chest starts to ache again.
“This is a good waffle,” she says, tearing off another piece and putting it in her mouth. “Am I okay, to give Dozer some?” She gestures to my greedy ass dog who has swallowed the pancake I just gave him whole, and is now eyeballing the food in Mia’s hand.
“Sure.” I smile.
“Here, Dozer.” She pats her leg, holding out the rest of her waffle to him.
Dozer is over there quick flash. Taking the waffle, he swallows it whole, then lays his head on her knee, gazing up at her for more.
And that’s how the rest of breakfast goes. Dozer having Mia’s full attention while she continues to feed him her breakfast, in-between feeding herself.
And I sit here watching. Like the third fucking wheel.
Seriously, this is getting out of hand. I’m getting cock blocked by my dog. Dozer and I are going to be having a serious man to man chat.
I’m feeling pretty relieved that we’ll be out of here soon, and I’ll get to have a little one on one time with her.
Yes, I’m completely aware of how pathetic I sound. You don’t need to tell me.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Mia says, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “It was delicious.” She rises from her chair, handing me her plate. I put it on the tray.
“Are you sure you’ve eaten enough? Dozer had most of it.” I nod at him, passed out on the floor, content with all the food he’s had from her.
“I’m good.” She presses her hand to her stomach indicating that she’s full.
I don’t know how she can be after the small amount she ate, but then she is only a tiny thing.
“You want a hand clearing away?” she offers.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just dump them in the kitchen and wash them later. You ready to head out for Farmington now?”
She pauses by the chair, her fingers gripping the edge of it. “Sure.” She smiles.
It’s one of her forced smiles. I’ve gotten pretty used to recognizing them over the last couple of days.
I lift the tray, balancing it on my forearm. “We can go later if you want?”
She contemplates this for a moment, then shakes her head. “No. We should go now.” Her eyes meet mine. “If I don’t, I’ll chicken out.”