Page 41 of Egotistical Jerk
But we'd already established there wasn't time for that.
I was about to turn and leave when Mia rolled over. Arms reaching above her head and back arching, she stretched out on my bed like a cat. The sheet was still caught around her waist soeverythingabove was exposed.
My heart thumped unevenly inside my chest while my boxer briefs suddenly felt about two sizes too small.
"Baby," I groaned. "You're freaking killing me here."
As if she hadn't heard me, Mia kept her stretch for a few seconds longer before shifting into a seated position. Tucking her folded arms under her glorious breasts, she made no attempt to cover herself up.
"Sorry," she said, but the look in her eyes told me otherwise.
I had to dig my heels in to keep myself from prowling over and devouring her like a starved beast. Licking my lips, I managed to croak out, "There's no time."
When Mia simply kept staring at me with teeth biting into her bottom lip, I closed my eyes and swore. Loudly and repeatedly.
For the sake of my sanity, I stomped to my closet and grabbed the first t-shirt I laid eyes on before tossing it over my shoulder.
"I'll be in the kitchen." Then I hightailed the hell out of there, Mia's giggle short on my heels.
Back in the kitchen, I stood in front of the sink with my fingers tightly curled around the edge. Sucking in a few deep breaths, I desperately tried to regain my self-control. Not easy when the only thing I kept seeing was a naked Mia stretched out on my bed.
One… two…
I barely had time to count to three when I heard her soft footfalls somewhere behind me. After another quick drag of air, I whipped around and found Mia leaning against the center island. My shirt, obviously too big for her, hung loosely over her shoulder and hit about mid-thigh. Now, I'd never been one of those guys who thought women walking around in men's clothes was remotely attractive.
Until right then.
Because Mia standing there, untamed hair tumbling over her shoulders and no makeup on her face, wearing nothing but my Brown University tee, had to be the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. The blood rapidly rushing south a testament to that.
To hell with self-control and being on time for work. I'd much rather have spent the rest of the morning finding different ways to make her moan. The only thing stopping me from doing just that was the almost worried look on her beautiful face.
For a fleeting moment, I had this sinking feeling that she regretted everything that'd happened between us, but I pushed the thought away before it had time to fully form. We had a connection. One that went deeper than physical intimacy.
"Wanna clue me in on the conversation you're having with yourself over there?" Leaning my back against the hard surface behind me, I casually folded my arms in front of me.
Mia's gaze flicked to mine, a whole heap of uncertainty and hesitancy floating around in those depths. Scrunching up her nose, she made a face. "That obvious, huh?"
"A little." And only because I was so focused on her.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, but those curls were too determined to stay untamed; bouncing back as soon as they could. Mia sighed. I smiled. Unable to resist, I went to her. Tucking two fingers under her chin, I guided her gaze back to mine.
"Mia, talk to me?"
Nibbling on her lip, she regarded me for a way too long moment. "What happens now?"
My hand moved to cup her cheek, the pad of my thumb gently brushing over her skin.
"The way I see it, that's up to you."
Confusion had her brows dipping low, so I explained, "I like you, Mia. And this connection between us,Iwant to explore it." Pausing for a beat, I gave my words time to sink in. "But you decide where we go from here."
In the silence that followed, my heart managed to come to a complete halt before setting off at an alarming pace. My breath remained trapped inside my lungs while my stomach pushed into my throat.
All because I needed her to be as affected by me as I was by her. Because this, whatever it was, couldn't be over before it even had time to begin. Because with her, I felt. And it was so good to feel.
"I'm not a casual girl, Sebastian," she finally said. "I want what you want, but—" averting her gaze, she swallowed hard. Something told me she needed a bit of breathing space. Dropping my hand, I took a small step back and patiently waited.
Mia's hands covered her face before she smoothed them up and over her hair. "Being a doctor isn't just a job for me, it's who I am. Who I always wanted to be." Eyes flicking to mine, she gave herself a one-armed hug. "People like to talk, and I don't want to be the new lunchtime topic. I don't want them thinking that I'm sleeping my way to the top or whatever else they'll speculate over."
