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Rush leans back in his chair. “You know I never judge.”
With the conversation finished I slip back into my room.
I pause, leaning my back against the closed door.
Across from me, sprawled beneath the crisp white sheets of the king size bed is the most beautiful woman in the world. She lies on her stomach, her arms wrapped around the pillow beneath her head, with her red hair billowed in a wild torrent of flame. My too large shirt falls haphazardly off one of her slender pale shoulders. Her lips are parted with sleep, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. She looks comfortable, and too good, too kind, to be in my bed.
I take off my boots and hook my thumbs in the back of my shirt, yanking it off. I let my jeans fall on the floor and get in bed.
I roll over, facing Mia. She looks impossibly peaceful. I wish the dream world could claim me so easily.
My mind however, decides to dwell on things I shouldn’t. I can’t help but wonder if by caring about Mia, I’ve inadvertently set myself up for failure, destined to fuck this up and become a miserable bastard once more.
If I ever break her heart, I’ll never forgive myself.
* * *
I’m stirredfrom sleep by the feel of lips on my neck.
This is nothing new.
The lips trail over my chest and then back up, sweeping over my cheek.
“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice murmurs.
I stifle a yawn, forcing my tired eyes open. I don’t know when I finally fell asleep last night.
Impossibly blue eyes meet mine. “There you are,” Mia breathes.
Mia.
I give her a small smile. “Sleep well?”
She nods, climbing into my lap to straddle me.
My eyes widen in shock. “Are you wearing panties?”
She gives me a coy smile. “No.”
“Fuck,” I groan, fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. “You’re trying to kill me, I know it.”
Her lips tilt up on one corner. “Sounds tempting, but I think you’re more useful alive.” She winks and my eyes go wide as her hand slips beneath my boxer-briefs.
This Mia is not something I’m used to.
“Do the mornings make you horny or something?” I choke out as her hand wraps around me.
She bites her lip and shrugs. “Maybe, but we haven’t been alone in a while and…” she trails off.
“I know,” I breathe.
She lowers her head and kisses me. She sucks my bottom lip between hers and lets go.
Fuck, I’m not sure I can handle this version of Mia. She’s a siren, a temptress, and I’m ensnared in her web.
My t-shirt dangles loosely on her small frame and with her hair a tangled mess I swear she’s the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever beheld. I could write a million songs about her and I’ve never had the desire to do that before. I thought one song would be enough. I’ve been sorely mistaken. Nothing, no amount of words in the entire universe, in any language, spoken in any tongue, is enough to encompass everything Mia is.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I warn. The words grate on my throat as I reluctantly speak them because I very much want this. “The guys—”
