I’m so drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. It takes everything within me not to march straight up to her and kiss her like my life depends on it, taking the breath right out of her. Hell, I think my life does depend on it.
But we're not there just yet. I won’t risk scaring her off.
A lazy smile spreads across my face as I take in the woman before me. She’s wearing the smallest cut off jean shorts and an old AC/DC band tee, which is so threadbare that it has holes scattered all over it. Most people would pay a lot of money to look just like she does right now, but I know it’s from old wear and tear. Her shirt is hanging off her shoulder, showing me a sexy black lace bra strap, which has me wondering if it’s a matching set. She looks like a fucking hot mess. My hot mess, but she’s still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.
“Ummm, hi,” Amelia says, looking down at herself. She seems shocked to see me, which I can’t understand. We only organized this the other day. She opens the door further, allowing herself to walk right out of the house. I can tell she’s nervous as she softly laughs at herself like she’s embarrassed to see me.
She wipes the hair out of her eyes, smudging paint across her forehead, which has me breaking out in the biggest grin. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“What am I doing?” she laughs, holding her hands out towards my face, gesturing to the rest of her body as though the answer is obvious. “Painting.”
I point my finger towards the watch I am wearing on my wrist. “Angel, it's 7 pm. I told you to be ready because I was taking you out.” Blatantly looking her up and down, I continue, “not that I don’t think you look hot as fuck right now, but I don’t think I could handle another man seeing you in those shorts. At least, not until every fucker in this town knows that I’m your man, and until then, I can’t let you go out in those shorts.”
She rolls her eyes at me before leaning against the wall of the house. She arches a perfect brow and crosses her arms over her chest. “You won’t allow me, huh?” she questions, staring at me with humor-filled eyes that come across way more flirtatious than I think she intends.
“Damn straight, babe,” I tell her, maybe a little too cocky.
She smirks right back at me before turning around and walking back inside her house, leaving the door wide open for me to follow her in. She swings her hips from side to side as she goes, showing me just how short those fucking things really are.
I cup my dick, squeezing him hard as I watch her walk away. I can see her perfect, round ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her shorts. She giggles when she hears me moan, knowing damn well what kind of effect she’s having on me right now. This woman should come with a warning label. Hell, I don’t even care if I get burned, just seeing her now, I know it’ll be worth it.
I follow her into the kitchen as she hops up onto the counter. I’m starting to learn my little angel feels most comfortable up on that spot. She can see nearly her whole home from here, and I’d assume that as a mom, she’d want to know her babies are safe at all times. Hell, maybe she likes it up here because those little rug rats wouldn’t be able to reach her.
I stand directly across from Amelia, leaning back on the kitchen counter and crossing my arms over my chest. Just watching her, waiting. It doesn’t take long for our Mexican stand-off to end before she speaks. “So … what brings you out to this neck of the woods?” she asks, crossing her legs under herself on the counter as she looks up at me from under those long, thick lashes.
I’m under her skin, and I fucking love it.
I laugh at her display of defiance. “I warned you, I was picking you up. I told you I would be here at seven on the dot, and I have Zoey as my witness. And while we’re on the topic, you seem a little underdressed.” I tell her, blatantly checking