She felt amazing.
And she smells so f**king good.
I’d be content to sit with my nose buried in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent for the rest of the night, in-between kissing that gorgeous mouth of hers, of course.
When she leaned in to kiss my cheek—believe it or not it wasn’t on purpose, just a natural reaction to her. I don’t regret it for a second because when her lips touched the corner of mine … fuck … if that’s what a brief momentary touch of her lips on mine is like, then I can only imagine how amazing it will feel to kiss her properly.
And now, of course, all I can think about is kissing her. It’s taking a real effort on my part not to make a move, but I don’t want to rush her and f**k things up. That’s why I’m suggesting dancing – something to keep my mind occupied.
Though, watching her gorgeous body move on a dance floor will probably send my thoughts back south.
I lean close to her back, looking over her shoulder. “I think the paint spraying might start soon. I’m thinking it could be fun, and we can stop by and see how Beth is getting along with Toni.”
She looks back at me, her lips curving up slightly. “Okay.”
We both stand. I move aside to let Mia out first. She passes me, and the brush of her body against mine has me holding back a groan.
We’ve just started walking when I feel Mia’s tiny hand slip into mine. I look at her surprised.
But happy.
Really f**king happy.
Her cheeks blush.
This is the first time she’s ever held my hand. It’s always been me taking hold of hers. I’ve been making up excuses to justify touching her if only for a second, and now tonight, after a no-touch policy on her part—which I understand knowing what she’s been through—she has kissed me and is holding my hand.
I know these are big things for her, which makes them big for me. They show she trusts me.
I gently touch her pink cheek with my fingertips. She smiles.
We walk back down stairs, holding hands, in a bubble of our own, and because the motherfucking world hates me … we bump straight into Shawna the instant my foot hits the bottom step.
“Jordan … hi.” Shawna slants a smile at me.
Fuck.
There’s an unmistakable gleam in her eyes. I’ve seen it before. Namely when she was naked and under me.
“Hi.” My voice is tight. I pull Mia to my side, putting my arm around her shoulders so there’s no mistaking who she is to me. “Shawna, meet Mia. Mia, Shawna.” I do the polite thing and introduce them, but honestly, it’s the last thing I want to do. Introducing the girl I’m crazy about, to the last girl I was doing? Fucking, yay.
“Hi.” Mia lifts her hand in a little wave. She’s so goddamn adorable. “It’s nice to meet you, Shawna.”
Shawna’s eyes dart to Mia. She falters a little, then makes a quick recovery. Her gaze returns to me, burning me with a laser like effect.
“Well, you certainly weren’t lying. You sure don’t waste any time moving on and finding a new f**k buddy.”
I feel Mia tense under my arm.
“Shawna…” There’s a warning in my voice.
“Looks like you’ve traded down though – majorly. But then, it’s not like you can get better than me.” Her eyes slice to Mia. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but he’s nothing more than overused trash. He’ll f**k you, then dump you before you even have a chance to get your panties back on.”
What the f**k!
Okay, so she’s not too far off the mark with the dumping part … but still, what the f**k!
Talk to me like shit, fine – I deserve it. But not Mia. I won’t have her spoken to in this way.
I open my mouth, ready to tell Shawna to piss off back to where she came from, when I hear Mia’s sweet voice say…
“Well, looks aside, going solely off your personality here, Shawna, I’d say Jordan has traded up higher than a skyscraper with me. And as it turns out, I’m just in it for the sex – so seems we’re perfectly matched. Oh, and I don’t wear panties either, so we’ve no worries on that part.”
My mouth falls open. Shawna looks like Mia has just slapped her.
“Okay. Right. Well, I’d say it was nice talking to you, but it wasn’t, so … bye.” Mia moves out from under my arm, letting it drop to my side. Head held high, she walks away and makes her way through the crowd.
And my eyes are glued to her hot, sashaying ass as she goes.
Holy f**king f**k.
Have you ever watched that scene in Grease, right at the end of the movie, when Sandy turns up looking and acting completely different, decked out in tight black pants. And Danny sees her, and he’s … shocked—disbelief of the best kind. Like, ‘holy f**k, how did I not know how hot my girl could actually be?’ Then he pretty much chases after her like a dog with his tongue hanging out.
Yeah? Good, so you know what I’m talking about because right now, that’s me.
I’m chasing after Mia as if she’s the last drop of water on earth, and I’m seriously f**king parched.
I’m ready to break out in song and serenade her with “You’re The One That I Want” just to get her attention.
Because angry Mia is f**king hot. Like, off the charts hot.
Of course, I already knew she was hot. But this … wow.
Fucking wow.
I have never been as turned on as I am now. My dick is so hard it could pound nails. Thank god it’s dark and crowded in here so no one can see my boner.