Page 15 of Egotistical Jerk
As the night dragged on, I told myself that I was keeping an eye on Bridget for Simon.
What a load of bullshit.
I'd stayed because ofher. Watching Mia laugh and be carefree had been as mesmerizing as it was intoxicating. She'd swallowed down four shots—yeah, I counted—before switching to water. Half an hour after making the switch, the three women had giggled their way out of the bar before they climbed into their respective taxis and, I presumed, made their way home.
The sound of Mia clearing her throat pulled me back to the here and now. Eyes sparkling, she tugged her lip between her teeth and rolled it around before releasing it with a soft pop. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure." I stepped to the side, allowing her entry.
The subtle scent of her floral perfume was like an onslaught to my senses. It was all I could do to not close my eyes and drag it straight to my lungs.
"How did you know where I live?" I asked as soon as I closed the door.
Wrapping and unwrapping a few strands of hair around her finger, she smiled wide.
"I'm resourceful… but you already know that." She winked and something strange happened to my body.
"You still haven't told me why you're here." The irritation I felt toward myself came across in my tone. Mia, however, seemed rather undeterred by my mood.
Pointing her index finger at me, she exclaimed, "There it is." Those eyes of hers slowly swept along the length of my body before she narrowed them and moved across the room, standing in front of me before I had time to blink.
Regarding me.
Assessing me.
"That tone."
She was so close, I could clearly see the freckles on her nose.
I wonder if her body is covered in them.
Her chin lifted slightly, accusation burning bright in the green of her eyes. "Why don't you like me, Dr. Ryker?" A sliver of pink caught my eye as she slicked her tongue over her bottom lip. "What did I ever do to you?"
How could I tell her that I was insanely attracted to her? That every time I saw her, my mind conjured up ten million different ways to steal her away so I could find out what she looked like under those scrubs.
What good would it do if I told her that each sassy remark she threw my way hadthe head down souththinking it was a form of foreplay?
Yeah, I bet that conversation would go over well.
Speaking of heads and foreplay…
Shifting from one foot to the other, I cleared my throat. "Nothing." If I heard the strain in my voice, she sure as shit did too.
Those dark, dark lashes lowered and fanned her cheeks. The thick material of my jeans couldn't hide what I knew she was looking at. Tilting her head back, she aimed those mossy irises my way.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
And then it happened.
I was done thinking. Done fighting whatever the hell this was.
I was justdone.
My hand shot out and curled around the back of her neck. One sharp tug and my mouth closed over hers. There was no coaxing, no teasing. I shoved my tongue past her lips and finally,finallyknew the taste of her.
And what a taste it was. There was a faint hint of alcohol, something minty, and something so very sweet.
A little whimper sounded from the back of her throat that had me straining against my jeans even more. My free arm banded around her waist, and I spun us around so I could pin her against the nearest wall.
