My heart hammered wildly as I stared down at a dishevelled, wide-eyed Mia who lay below me. I watched a little dazed as the blush on her cheeks grew redder, the harder I seemed to look at her.
At that moment, it only just dawned on me, what I'd done. I'd just stuck my hands down Mia Collins's bra. I'd just grazed her bre- Oh my god.
My heart quickened its pace.
My mind had gone into boob-stricken cavemen mode, the second I'd located the glorious location she'd planted my phone, and without a second thought, I'd grabbed it.
Stiffening, I swallowed thickly before letting my eyes trace back slowly below her neckline to stare stupidly and let's face it hornily at the place my phone had once lied. To the place where my hand had just lied...
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, which only made the state of my mind that much worse. I swallowed again, terrible images of what I wished to do to her running through my mind.
Quickly, before I could give my mind too much time to linger, I spun my eyes back up to meet hers.
Mia was staring back at me, her face now coloured several deeper shades of red as her eyes danced all across my face.
She let out a breath and shook her head as best as she could while still lying down below me. "You're such a pervert, I can't believe you put your hand into my bra," she cried while trying to glare up at me. Trying was the key word in that sentence, her mouth was twitching slightly in the way she did when she tried but was miserably failing at continuing to be mad at me.
Letting out a deep chuckle, I pocketed my phone into my back pocket before returning my hand back to its place beside her head on the mattress. I knew now would probably be a good enough time as any to get off of her, but deciding to try my luck, I smiled and leaned further into my hands, caging her in.
I looked down at her, no doubt a smile dancing in my eyes. "It was your bright idea to put it in there in the first place," I teased. "Not that I'm complaining or anything," I added with a wink.
Mia looked up at me, her eyes burning with a look that crossed between a smile and something else. It was something that made me want to kiss her. That could arguably be all her expressions, but there was something about the way she was looking at me now that felt like she was almost challenging me to do it.
Our faces were dangerously close to one another. I hadn't even noticed myself leaning closer to her as I spoke, but it was evident that I had. My subconscious had clearly already decided what it wanted to do.
Mia seemed to notice our proximity as well, her eyes jumping around my face in a dizzyingly distracting manner as her throat sunk in sharply.
I edged in a tiny bit closer, my eyes flicking down to her gentle pink lips, hoping she'd understand what I was asking for. It was practically torturing me how badly I wanted to snag my arm around her waist and kiss her. All I needed was one signal from her to show me she wanted it.
A foreign look suddenly crossed behind Mia's eyes, the brown in them almost swirling. Then my heart jumped as Mia started battling her eyes, hypnotizingly slow while staring right up at me. Drowned of all thought, I just stared back, shocked by the look burning in her eyes. She looked beautiful and sexy all at once, and my hands curled into the fabric and tightened as shameful thoughts washed through my mind.
"Ethan...," she whispered. The way the words slipped off her tounges, so soft, so seductively, nearly made me jump her on the spot.
Then at that moment, she moved one of her hands up to the back of my head and I stilled as she started raking her finger through the locks of my hair.
This was too much for me - far too much. My throat worked over as I swallowed before I immediately dropped my eyes down to her lips. Reaching to cup her cheeks, I inched my face closer to her, desperate to kiss her again.
Just as my lips brushed against hers, Mia's lips tugged up into an almost smile. "Thanks for the phone," she whispered against my lips. My brows furrowed What?
Suddenly, I felt a tugging at the back of my jeans, and the next minute she pushed both her hands against my chest hard.
"Shit," I swore as I toppled back hard from the great push, nearly falling off the bed in the process. My back bounced across the mattress, and the second I'd processed my fall, I clambered to sit up.
Feeling a mix of annoyance and confusion, I looked rapidly around the room, and soon locked eyes on Mia who was up and off the bed with her back to me and making a dash for the door. What the actual fuck?
That's when it hit me what she'd done. To confirm, I patted my back pocket, and to my annoyance found my phone gone. She'd tricked me. In the last five seconds, she had clearly been working hard as some kind of killer seductress to try and distract me on purpose.
In other circumstances, I would have felt disappointed that I'd let my phone get stolen so easily. But in this case who gave a crap about the dumb phone? It was the damn fucking kiss, I was after. She'd gotten me all riled up, and then just left me high and dry.
My head snapped back towards the door, catching her making a dart down the corridor. She was running like her life depended on it, clearly knowing she was going to be in trouble for teasing me.
And she was right.
Without a second thought, I sprinted after her. "Mia, what the fuck?" I yelled as she hurled herself down the stairs.
She didn't seem to like the sound of my voice and started running even faster, taking two steps at a time. Rolling my eyes, I ran after her, and in a couple of strides jumped quickly to the end of the stairs.
When she looked briefly back, I caught sight of the wide smile on her lips. Oh, so she thought this was funny, did she?
Darting across my hallway, Mia made a run for the back doors to the house. To my annoyance, she unlocked it in a second before throwing it open in a hurry. Just as I was about to hook an arm around her teasing, kiss-deceiving waist of hers, she looked behind her and shrieked when she saw how close I was.
I almost had her but in a sudden motion, she reached for the door and slammed it in my face just as I was about to cross the threshold.
The door narrowly missed my face, and my jaw locked in irritation.
When I locked eyes with her through the window, I saw her biting her lip and smiling, no doubt laughing at the likely pissed look on my face.
Oh, after I got my kiss, I was so getting her back for this.
Mia soon started to run again, and with a sigh, I opened the door and chased her out into the garden.
I came to a sudden stop as my eyes spotted Mia in the distance. She was standing by the wall smirking with the nozzle of our hosepipe, pointed threateningly in my direction.
To make, it worse, I could see her hand lying threateningly over the faucet, ready for her to turn on at any second.
I eyed the hose in her hand with an incredible amount of caution, wondering if she was actually genuinely going to go through with it.
"That's right, stay exactly where you are and make no sudden movements," Mia taunted with a sparkle in her eyes, suddenly looking a little too smug.
The look in her eyes only made me that much more attracted to her, which was far from helping the situation.
My eyes narrowed slowly as I judged the situation before me. "Do it, and you're dead Chubs," I threatened.
Mia smiled at me, that wicked look in her eyes only strengthening. "Oops," she said with an evil smile.
Suddenly, high pressured water came shooting out of the nozzle and came hurdling towards my face.
I swore immediately, and put my hands in front of my face in an attempt to block it. I tried to step out of the way, several times, but Mia, just followed my movements easily enough with the hose while cackling victoriously.
"Mia, stop," I groaned while trying in vain to block the freezing water from soaking me any further. It was useless though and I could feel my hair starting to stick to my forehead and drip all over the place.
I heard her let out a light giggle, and suddenly the nozzle was being directed at my chest instead. She let it stay there for a suspicious length of time, and as I felt more and more of my thin white shirt start to cling to my body, I started to have a hunch as to why.
Deciding she'd had more than enough fun, I fought through the water and tried to stride my way closer to her. Luckily for me, Mia started bending over as she shook with laughter, tears starting to spring to her eyes. She was laughing so hysterically at my expense; she couldn't even hold the hose anymore.
It allowed me the easy opportunity to grow closer, and Mia realized too late, with widened eyes how close I was. Smiling, I snatched the hose quickly from her grasp along with my phone.
"Hey, no!" she cried in between tears of laughter.
Chuckling lowly, I directed it immediately in her direction, and let her get hit with the icy stream of water. I smiled a little too wildly as she squealed, and jumped to avoid the sprays.
Smirking, I displayed no mercy and tried to spray evenly up and down her chest, to soak her through. If she was going to use the hose as an opportunity to get a cheeky look, then so was I.
To my joy, her light blue t-shirt soaked through beautifully, and clung to the curves of her body in sexy, distracting ways. I couldn't help myself and moved closer.
Sliding an arm around her waist, I pulled her towards me and laughed as she screamed and wiggled. Then deciding to get back my full revenge, I shoved the hose down the back of her top, so it soaked her inside out.
"No," she screamed as she tried to helplessly escape the hose.
Finally, when I was satisfied, I'd soaked her through enough, I eased up my hold on her and let the hose slip out of her top.
"Holy crap, that was cold," Mia gasped breathlessly as she put a hand to her chest, to regain back her breath.
I wasn't done with her yet and looked her up and down before letting my eyes focus on hers almost hungrily.
Finally locking eyes with me, Mia's widened as she took on the expression on my face.
She slowly, and cutely took a few cautionary steps back with her arms held up in surrender, clearly knowing she was in trouble.
"Look, Ethan, let's just be civil about this. You've got your phone back now. We're both soaked. So, we're even okay. No need for the predatory looks," she mumbled with a nervous laugh as she continued to back herself further away from me.
My lips twitched, noticing she was edging herself closer and closer to the wall of the house.
Just as she took another step back, she jumped as her back hit the hard surface. Looking back, she closed her eyes briefly in embarrassment, clearly realizing she'd trapped herself.
Fully taking advantage of the situation, I stalked closer with a chuckle before placing my hands on the wall on either side of her head, so she was trapped.
"You don't look so confident now, without a hose in your hand, do you Chubs?" I whispered tauntingly.
Mia let out a shaky breath, her large brown eyes darting rapidly all over my face with a warm kind of expression. Inching closer, I stopped only when our lips were a dangerously small distance away. Frustratingly close.
I wanted to mess with her a little â tease her like she did me.
I looked her up and down in a leisurely slow manner and watched in satisfaction as her throat sunk in again. She was affected by me, that much was obvious.
My lips curved up. "I don't know what to be more annoyed about. The fact that you purposefully tried to seduce me or that you drenched me with freezing cold water," I whispered.
My breath fanned against her cheek as I spoke, and I watched smugly as she shivered. Her eyes then dropped to stare down at my lips, and a dark look washed through her eyes. A look that almost made me lose my mind.
She sharply looked back up to meet my eyes, and her throat once more sunk in, visible conflict flickering through her eyes.
"If I were you, I'd be more annoyed that I almost slammed a door in your force," she chuckled. She tried to sound relaxed, calm even but her voice betrayed her, by wavering slightly.
I looked her over once more, a smile once more pulling up my lips. "That doesn't sound like much of an apology."
Mia slowly rolled her lips in, a nervous motion and seemed to hesitate over her next words. Finally, she let out a heavy breath.
"Fine. I'm sorry, Ethan. Happy?" she mumbled.
Far from satisfied, I stepped that little bit closer, a smirk on my lips. "No, I'm definitely not happy. But there's something you can do to change that..," I suggested, my voice low to the sound. I dropped my eyes to her lips.
Before I even had time to think, I closed the distance between us, and my lips found her.
Mia's reaction was near to immediate, and there was barely a second of hesitation before she wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me back. It was a hungry kind of kiss, and it tugged my lips into a smile against her own as I pressed into her back with equal enthusiasm. Her lips felt warm and soft, yet eager, and it drove my mind wild in ways I couldn't explain.
Though it had only been less than twenty-four hours still I'd last kissed her, it felt like it had been a year with how badly I'd been craving for this.
My hands dropped instantly from the wall, so I could slide them down the length of her body. I traced every line, and curve selfishly as I kissed her, and squeezed greedily as I got to her waist, smiling as I felt her shiver.
Tugging her closer as we kissed, Mia's hand trailed down the soaked material of my shirt before delving boldly underneath the hem of my wettened shirt. The action took my breath away from me sharply, and my grip on her waist tightened.
Her fingers span dangerously up my back and teasingly traced the perimeter of each contracted muscle. Mia had never been this bold, and I had to control my thoughts from taking a dangerous turn. A turn that would end up with Mia and me upstairs, with all our clothing gone.
As her hand rose further up my back, I couldn't take it anymore, and a low sound escaped me at the base of my throat. It was needy and wanting. I bent down suddenly and hoisted her quickly up into my arms before pressing her even harder into the wall.
A half giggle, half moan escaped past her lips, and the next minute her legs moved and wrapped tightly around my waist. Every nerve in my body lit on fire at this action, and my grip on her thighs tightened in a refusal to let her go. She was mine now â mine. The heat of her body resting on my own drove a part of me alive in a shameful way in a way only Mia could do.
Fuelled by our new position, our kissing greed harder, needier and the next thing I knew my hands glided from her thighs to her ass, in a possessive-like manner then I found myself squeezing. She squealed against my lips in clear surprise, and I broke briefly to chuckle, unable to help myself.
Far from done, I moved my lips quickly up to her ear, and nibbled softly on the lobe, loving every shallow gasp that escaped her lips. It was dangerous how much I liked the sound.
Just as I was about to start kissing down her neck, Mia grew stiff in my arms.
"No, Ethan, stop! Put me down," she suddenly said quickly. The building pressure in my body, crashed to nothing the moment I heard her voice and I stopped immediately. She sounded panicked, with a visible shakiness to her tone.
I dropped her down to the ground immediately, and backed away from her, my heart racing as I met her eyes. Her eyes were wide and disheveled, and she was breathing far too hard for it to be considered normal.
What the fuck had I done? Had I hurt her? Shit. What did you do, Ethan?
I looked her rapidly up and down, checking for any signs of fault. "Did I do something wrong?" I finally asked in caution, scared to hear her answer.
Mia's eyes seemed to break as she took in my expression, and she groaned. "No, it's my fucking fault, I'm an idiot," she snapped. Turning around she started to dig her fingers into her hair in what looked like a painful manner.
The way her eyes darted around, I could tell a million thoughts were darting around in her head, and it made my chest nervously twist over as I watched.
Was she angry at herself for kissing me? My heart squeezed painfully at the thought.
I continued to watch horrified as her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as she tried to calm herself down. She glanced over at me, a few times, and the worry in her eyes seemed to swirl that much harder each time.
My eyes darted back and forth between hers rapidly, confusion warping my brain as to what had happened. One minute I was kissing her and the next minute there was this.
"I'm not sure what's going on anymore...," I finally muttered slowly and perhaps a little stupidly. But it was true. I had absolutely no fucking idea what was going on.
Suddenly, her eyes span around and met mine. "Why do you keep fucking kissing me?" she finally snapped.
My eyebrows raised in surprise, more than shocked at her outburst. Then as I continued to stare, into her wide and frightened eyes, I realized what might be happening in her head.
Her question said it all. I'd kissed her now, three times over several weeks, and each time I said nothing afterward. I didn't explain how I felt. Heck, the first time I'd kissed her, I'd flat-out ignored her for a week. From her perspective, I could totally see how it looked like I was playing around with her or using her or worse, especially, with our dodgy history.
My eyes softened, realizing how much of an idiot I'd been, and I quickly reached out to touch her.
"Look I-"
"No don't even answer that," she said cutting me off quickly and backing quickly away from my touch.
I tried to swallow back, the sharpness of her words, but it stung, nonetheless.
Mia let out a shaky breath. "This is such a mess! What am I doing?" she cried as she massaged frantically at her temples as she likely tried to ease the pounding sensation that was building up in her head.
I took a hesitant step closer to her, terrified of doing the wrong thing. "Are you alright, Mia?" I asked softly.
"No, no, I'm not. I just...... I need to go home," she rushed out, tripping over her words. Pushing past me, her hair and body still dripping, she made her way in through the open back door and headed inside.
"Mia?" I called out after her as I rushed to catch up with her. Ignoring me, she kept pressing on and made her way faster over to my front door. For every step further away from me she took, the angrier at myself I got. Why had I not told her the truth on that damn day at the cliff? She should already know I loved her. I was an idiot.
She quickly picked up her bag from the floor, and before she could take another step, I grabbed a hold of her wrist to stop her.
She let out a heavy sigh and turned slowly to face me. The look in her eyes broke me, hating how weak that looked â how hurt.
"Wait, Mia, let me give you a lift," I offered, softening my voice in the hope she'd listen.
She snatched her wrist out of my hand. "No, it's fine, I'll walk," she said quickly.
I let out a deep frustrated sigh, knowing she was only refusing because she didn't want to talk to me.
"But you're still soaked, and I need to talk to you," I insisted, my eyes fanning over hers in desperation.
"I said, I'll walk," she repeated, more firmly this time.
My expression must have conveyed the hurt I felt as her eyes soon softened.
Mia's posture slackened. "Look, Ethan, I'm not mad at you or anything, I just want to be alone," she explained softly.
I wanted more than anything at that moment, to beg her to stay, to refuse to let her go until she heard me out, but I didn't. She needed time alone and I couldn't keep pushing her especially when I had no real confirmation of why she was truly upset. It wasn't fair. Forcing myself, I slowly nodded my head.
"Yeah, of course. I understand," I managed to say, hardly able to meet her eyes.
Her eyes remained on mine for a second longer, a pain in them that hurt me. "Bye, Ethan. See you Monday," she mumbled. Then forced a tight-lipped smile that I knew wasn't real, she turned around and marched quickly out of the house. Or in more specific terms, away from me.
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