“Thank you.” She bites her bottom lip and again, her eyes drift down to my crotch. “Do I…does that…”
“Do you do that to me, honey? Is that what you’re asking?”
Fuck me. I should not be having this conversation with this girl. She’s too young. She’s too innocent for me. And she’s my best friend’s little sister.
But when she nods, her lip still tucked between her teeth, there’s no way I can’t answer the question. “Yes,” I breathe the word. “You do that to me.”
I take a step toward her, reach out, and brush a wet lock of hair off her bare shoulder.
She shivers under my touch.
“Briggs?”
I cup her cheek and rub my thumb over her soft skin.
This is trouble. This is bad. I need to step back. I need to walk away.
“Will you kiss me?”
It’s such an innocent question, it snaps something inside me, and I freeze. My thumb stills on her cheek. “What?”
Her voice trembles a little as she says, “I’ve never been kissed before and…well, I’m about to go to school and…will you kiss me? I’d like you to be my first.”
There is so much meaning in those words, she has no idea.
This sweet, innocent girl who was flaunting her assets in the middle of the street is avirgin? And she wants a kiss. Afirst kiss?From me?
Holy. Fuck.
This is beyond trouble.
This is suicide.
And there’s only one thing I can do.
I blow out a breath and shake my head because I know I’m going to regret this. “No, Mia.” I pull my hand away and take another step back until I’m almost out the door. Right before I leave this incredibly sexy, mostly naked woman standing in front of me, I say, “I absolutely will not kiss you.”
CHAPTER SIX
Mia
Seriously?
My entire body flushes hot with the embarrassment of being so totally and completely rejected by Briggs. I know I’m young and inexperienced, but I didn’t think he’d say no. After all, that huge erection in his jeans was pretty good evidence that he’s attracted to me.
How mortifying.
Maybe my makeup is all melted and I look like a crazy mess after the hot bath. There has to be a reason for Briggs’s rejection.
I turn and face the mirror.
It’s just my regular self looking back at me. Only a little more flushed than usual. That’s either Briggs or the bath or both. But otherwise, I think I look pretty good.
There was that guy earlier who thought so…
I shiver at the thought of that guy from the street, but my inner voice has a point. If that guy thought I was attractiveenough, surely there would be more men who will agree with him.
Briggs isn’t the only man in town.
