Mia’s eyes are the exact shade of blue as that water.
Breaking our stare, she begins examining the sunglasses in hand with her eyes and fingers as if her life depends on it.
I don’t think she’s going to say anything, and I have no clue what else to say.
“No one did this to me. It was just an accident.”
Her words are softly spoken, but I feel like they’ve just punched me in my chest.
I shake my head. “People don’t hide accidents like you’re hiding that black eye. And the very fact you said it was an accident just confirms to me that someone did this to you.”
Her eyes snap up to mine. There’s an unexpected fire in them. I like it. Means there is some fight in her.
“So what if someone hurt me. What business is it of yours?”
Wow, that stung. Why did that sting?
I grit my teeth and lean back in my seat. “You’re right. It’s not my business.”
Her anger instantly disappears. So quick, it surprises me.
“God, I’m so sorry. That sounded—I don’t—” She shifts in her seat, her fingers pulling on that plump lower lip. “I don’t mean to come off like a bitch. I really appreciate your offer, but hurting … him … it’s not necessary.”
I turn my head and stare her straight in the eyes. “It looks necessary from where I’m sitting.”
Her hand drops back to her lap. “Violence never solves violence.”
This ass**le blacks her eye, yet she thinks that way. She’s either a f**king angel, or really stupid. From what I’ve already seen of her, I’m going with angel. I hope she doesn’t prove me wrong on this.
“Maybe not.” I notice her eyes are on my mouth, so I swipe my lower lip with my tongue. “But trust me, it’s the only language that scum, like the bastard who did that to you, understand. And it’d make me feel a whole lot better knowing that me teaching him some manners would mean he’d keep his f**kin’ hands off you.”
Seriously, once I was done with him, he wouldn’t even breathe in her direction again. I want to hurt this ass**le badly. About as badly as I want to be situated between her thighs.
Why? I barely know this girl. Is it because I want to f**k her more than I’ve ever wanted to f**k anyone before.
No, it’s not that. So what the hell is it?
I glance at her, and see that her eyes have filled with tears.
Shit, don’t cry. I don’t do crying chicks.
“Look,” I start to speak quickly to stave off her tears, “I’m just saying that if you want me to hurt him, I will. Call it my way of paying you back for taking care of Dozer. If you don’t, you don’t. No big deal.”
Biting her lip, she nods. A tear falls from her long lashes, splashing onto her jeans.
My chest starts to feel tight. What the f**k is that?
I look away, giving her privacy as she swipes her fingers under her eyes to dry them.
And also so I can rub this f**king ache out of my chest.
“Mia, I just want you to know that not all men are ass**les.”
What. The. Fuck?
Not all men are ass**les? Jesus Christ, Matthews. Yes, we are. There are just varying degrees of male ass**leness.
I’m an ass**le. One who would never raise his hand to a woman, and I f**king abhor men that do. But I have absolutely no problem in hooking up with a chick, then walking away from her the second my c**k is out of her.
Case in point – whatsername from yesterday. See, I can’t even remember her name. That’s how big an ass**le I am.
Weird thing is … I don’t want Mia to think I’m an ass**le. I want her to like me.
It’s the whole damsel in distress thing. Has to be. And the way she took care of Dozer before, so gentle with him. Frigging amazing.
It’s doing f**ked up things to me.
I risk a glance and her wide, glistening, bright blue eyes are blinking back at me. Long lashes bat against her cheekbones.
Jesus, she’s beautiful.
She licks her lips and presses them together. My eyes fall to them.
I want to kiss them.
Her.
Everywhere.
Run my tongue over every inch of her silky soft skin.
I bet she tastes like vanilla. Tastes exactly like she smells.
I want to spread her legs and bury my head between her thighs. Lick her until she screams my name. Then push my c**k deep inside and f**k her until we both lose our goddamn minds from the pleasure.
I might not have test driven her yet, but I just know that sex with Mia Monroe would be that good. I have a sense for these things.
Yes, I know it’s totally inappropriate for me to want this at this exact moment, but people look for comfort in difficult situations, right?
And Dozer would understand. That dog is as horny as I am. He’s just about dry humped every piece of furniture we own. I once caught him going at it with the wooden table in the garden. Poor bastard was so desperate to get off that he risked splinters. I really should get him laid.
Holy shit. Dozer’s a virgin.
Now that’s just not right.
I swear to God right here and now – get Dozer through this and I promise the first thing I’ll do is hook him up with the hottest dog I can find. Not that I know anything about hot dogs … yeah, I caught that, I’m as funny as I am good-looking. But I think a fancy dog like a poodle or something would work for Dozer.
“So, Jordan…” I seriously dig the way she says my name. “Dozer is an unusual name for a dog. Where did that come from? He sleep a lot?” Her lips work on a smile, and my dick pulses in response.