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“You’re funny,” Isabel deadpans at me.
“Yeah. It’s why you’re all laughing so much,” I mutter, shoving my phone back into my pocket and following Mia.
She’s ramming plates into the dishwasher and won’t look at me.
I fold my arms and lean against the kitchen counter, searching for the cruelest thing I can say to her. “It’s like you enjoy them walking all over you.”
Mia snatches a butter knife from the counter and brandishes it at my throat. “I will nuke your life if you don’t stay the hell away from me.”
Excitement blazes through my chest as I see the fire in her eyes.
She’s what I crave.
She’s what Ineed.
I lean dangerously close, the tip of my nose is nearly touching hers, and the knife she’s holding presses into my throat. “Challenge fucking accepted.”
* * *
There’sa special trick with Mia’s bedroom door. It sticks if you turn the handle and push, and the noise it makes is loud in the dead of night. Instead, if you lift it before you push, it opens as smooth as butter and as silent as the grave.
Mia’s breathing is soft and even as I approach the bed, devouring the sight of her laying on the mattress with the sheets tangled around her legs. She’s wearing that adorable little PJ set. Tiny white shorts. A camisole with ruffled straps. It reminds me of her delicate little stripper G-string, and I feel myself getting hard in my sweats.
Carefully, I get up on the bed with her and straddle her body, and then pin her down with a hand over her mouth. She rouses quickly as she tries to turn her head and realizes she can’t, and her eyes fly open.
I put my finger to my lips. “Shh.”
Her eyes blaze with fury, and I take my hand away from her mouth.
“I told you to stay away from me. What are you doing here?” she hisses.
I walk my knees down her body and press one between her thighs. “No talking. Just lay back and try not to be loud.”
Even in the semi-darkness, I see the blush erupt over her cheeks as I curl my fingers around the waistband of her shorts. I need to get my mouth on her. I’ve been obsessed with the idea for weeks, and I can’t go a moment longer without tasting her.
“But Mom—”
“She’s fast asleep.”
I plant a kiss slowly on her belly and feel her shiver beneath me. Mia’s still furious with me, but she wants this. She needs this as much as I do.
Mia casts a desperate look at the door. “What if she wakes up?”
Screw what-ifs. Mia is the only thing I care about right now. “I said no fucking talking.”
She clutches my wrist. “I’m not ready for that.”
Heat slams through me. Implying that there will be a time when she will be ready—panting—for me to fuck her?
“We’re not having sex. I’m going down on you.”
Mia’s brows draw up and together. “Really? Why?”
I’m not answering any more stupid questions. I slide my hands under her ass, take hold of her shorts, and pull. Mia lifts her hips up to help me and, judging from her expression, she’s shocked by her own movements.
I lift each of her slender legs in the air and pull the tiny garment off her, and stare down at her perfect, delicious body. With her ankles in my grip, I push her heels against her thighs and spread them open.
“That’s it, Bambi. Let me manhandle your body just how I want.”
