“Oh, okay.”
“Look, can you be ready to head out in about twenty?”
“Sounds good.”
Mia smiled at me and all the blood left my head on a one-way trip south. It was a good thing I was already headed for a shower. A very good thing. A cold shower was exactly what I needed. I couldn’t be walking around work like an overly horny eighteen-year-old thinking about nothing but getting my dick wet. Fuck, it had been too long.
I told Mia twenty minutes and I took every single one of them. Sure, fifteen of them were spent under the icy water, dick in hand, picturing Mia’s little body. I craved the released. Fuck, I needed it. And when it hit, it hit like a frigging freight train. It helped. A little. Right up until the moment she climbed into the front seat of my truck and shut the door.
Trapped in the cab with her was both heaven and hell. Her scent was intoxicating. I don’t know what it was, but it was overwhelming, as was the urge to lick her from head to toe. Glancing across at her, I watched as she stared silently out the window, twisting her hands in her lap. Her fingers were like the rest of her…small and delicate, but even they looked strong. At one point, they been coated with dark purple polish but it had been chipped off now. Mia was biting down on her lip with determination, her eyes unwavering. I wanted to say something, but I had no words, and that wasn’t like me. Usually I couldn’t stop the useless bullshit from dribbling from my mouth.
My jaw opened, but nothing came out. Feeling like the loser I was, my mouth gaping, I snapped it shut. My fingers itched to reach out and steady hers, but instead I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I’d be surprised if there weren’t finger prints on there tomorrow.
