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Even Noah gives me a smile before Luke leads me out the door and back to his truck. As he closes the door behind me, I think about what he said. I hate that he was thinking he somehow wasn’t good enough. That’s not it at all. If anything, I felt like there was no way a guy like him would be interested in a shy, bookish girl who lived hours away. It’s not the first time I’ve given off the impression of being a snob, being quiet and shy. It certainly doesn’t help me relax in social situations.

I’m going to have to do something to change Luke’s impression. Because one thing’s clear, I want him. I’ve wanted him all this time, I just didn’t think he felt the same. Now I know he did, I can’t spend another day without telling him.

THIRTEEN

Luke

We’re quiet while I drive Mia up the hill to her place. I’m not sure what to say. What with my family dropping not-so-subtle hints that I’m practically crazy over Mia, and the wine, and Noah’s comment, I’m not feeling great.

Of course, Mia is sweet and lovely, and doesn’t want me to feel bad. It doesn’t change the fact she deserves better. Better than Oliver and better than me, too.

What made me think I could be even a small part of what she needed?

When we stop, I rush around to open her door for her. As if that might make up for the fact I’m nothing but a builder when her Dad probably owns half of Sydney.

I watch her walk to the door and fish the key from her handbag.

“I guess I should probably head home. Unless...” I pause. There’s no way she’ll invite me in. “Unless there’s anything you need me for.” I don’t even really know what I’m offering. Fix a squeaky door, check in her closet for intruders, make her cum a hundred times. I’d happily do any of those things for her.

Mia gives me a little smile over her shoulder. “Well, actually, there are a few things you could help me with.”

I can’t believe my luck. I grin when she opens the door, inviting me in. “Anything. What is it?” I don’t care. It’ll just be a pleasure to spend a little extra time with her. At least I know my family haven’t completely put her off, after all.

Her smile grows. “It’s in the bedroom.”

My cock sits up and takes notice of that smile and the suggestive location. I tell myself to keep dreaming, though. There’s no way.

Mia leads me up the stairs and I’m painfully aware of the sway of her hips and the curve of her arse as she walks ahead of me. Is this going where I think this is going? I pat my pocket, checking again for the condoms. They’re still there.

When we get to the bedroom, though, she points at the ceiling. “I think this lightbulb is out. Could you test it for me?” She’s standing right beside the switch. She could easily flick it on herself, but she doesn’t. She just waits there.

I take two steps towards her until I’m standing so close we’re almost touching. She doesn’t step back. I’m not sure what game she’s playing, but Mia surely didn’t get me up here to change a lightbulb for her.

She smiles innocently up at me and gestures to the switch.

Shaking my head, I flick it down.

The light goes on.

Mia covers my hand with hers and flicks the switch again. “Oh, good. I’m glad you were here to test that for me. There’s one more thing I need some help with, but maybe that’s best done in the dark.”

The next second, she gathers the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. My mouth goes dry. Somehow, I remember to breathe while she unfastens her bra and exposes her small, perfect breasts.

I reach to the side, fumbling until my fingertips find the light switch. I don’t want to turn away from her to do it. Finally, I flick the switch and turn on the light again, giving myself a better view. “If you’re going to do that, do it with all the lights on. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

Her gaze flicks up to mine while her thumbs hook under the waistband of her panties. “You sure? I mean I haven’t been watching my weight lately...”

I growl and step forward, sliding my hands around her slim waist, and look deep into her eyes. “Mia, I can’t think of any part of you that you’d need to hide from me. I probably shouldn’t say this, in case it puts you off, but I’ve spent too many hours picturing you naked, trying to remember how good you looked. And let me tell you, I did a terrible job. You’re more gorgeous than I could have dreamed.”

She smiles shyly. “Well, when you put it like that.” Stepping away from the light switch, she slips off her underwear. “Is this what you pictured?”

I curse under my breath. My gaze drops to the tiny patch of hair on her mound instinctively. “No.” I put my hands on her waist. Her face falls for a moment until I lift her and toss her onto the bed. “It was more like this.” Nudging a knee between her thighs, I sink over her, and her body moulds to mine in all the places we meet. “God, just like this.”

I’m still dressed. That’s probably a good thing; I wouldn’t have the willpower to keep from sinking straight into her, pushing myself inside her tight wet heat.

Instead, I kiss her tenderly and cup the back of her neck, giving her all the passion in my kiss I’d like to lavish on her every day. She opens for me, pulling me into her, moaning as we kiss over and over.

Then she reaches for my belt.

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